CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
I stretched as morning rays penetrated my closed eyelids. An immense yawn cracked my jaw, and I groaned. I pulled the covers up over my head, not quite ready to wake up.
The bed was so comfy and warm, a little haven all of my own. My peaceful place where dreams emerged, taking me to other worlds or into exciting adventures halfway across the planet.
A masculine snicker had my eyes flying open, subdued light pushing through the red blanket over my body.
My blanket was white…
This was not my bed.
I curled my fingers over the top of the fluffy comforter, and ever so slowly, pulled it down to my nose, my eyes peeking over the edge. My eyes widened, large as saucers. I squeaked, “Am I in your bed?”
Finn’s left shoulder was leaning against a doorjamb, his arms crossed over his chest as he studied me. “You are.”
“What am I doing here?” My eyes flicked over his bedroom, catching hues of navy and red. Maybe a few splashes of wood here or there. I gripped the cover tighter, keeping it over my nose. “Howdid I get here?”
“You fell asleep in the train right after the park. I decided you could stay the night here, when you didn’t wake up by my bedtime.”
“You mean, we rode around in your train all day?”
“Yes. I had a few business contracts I had to work on, so I had my assistant send them to me there. It wasn’t an issue.”
“Why didn’t you just take me home?” I cried.
“You looked so damn peaceful.” He had no remorse for his actions, standing in a pristine suit as he was, ready to face a new day. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”
My eyes couldn’t be any larger. “But my parents! I haven’t gotten my own apartment yet. I still live with them. They are going to be worried sick.”
“I know you live with them,” he responded, with patience. “I contacted them and told them you were staying with me at my place last night.”
I blinked.
Then Igroaned.
I pulled the cover up over my head again.
Finn chuckled softly. “Was that a bad move?”
I groaned once more.
“A really bad move?” he amended.
“You were working on contracts yesterday, right? Well, you’ll probably have a new one on your desk this morning.” My palms landed on my face, hiding it, even though the cover did a fine job of it already. “It’ll be from my father. A nice and pretty marriage proposal for your consideration.”
He choked, the sound dreadfully like he was trying to contain his amusement at the situation. “Well…it won’t be the first one I’ve ever received. I actually have a wastebasket just for those lovely proposals.”
“I bet,” I moaned. “Get ready to add another to the waste. I guarantee Father will have sent you one. Bagging you for a son-in-law would be like a shooting star he could catch with a pretty, blonde net of Mina.”
He couldn’t contain it any longer.
His laughter boomed throughout the room.
“This is humiliating.”
He snorted down his hilarity. “Power hungry fathers aside, is there anything you need before I leave for work?”
“No,” I mumbled. “I’ll leave when you do.”
