“When was the last time you were in a committedrelationship?” I narrow my eyes at him, as I set my empty glass down on the table beside me.
“It’s been a while.” He searches my eyes, and though it’s gone quickly, I think I see a spark of humor in his. “You look surprised.”
“I am.”
“Because you heard I’m a womanizer.”
My knee-jerk response is to glance over my shoulder again to where Tate is almost completely naked now, though the mask remains on his face. Everything that’s happened tonight is making me question my willingness to be in a relationship. I should’ve listened to my gut when I met him. He was too proper, too perfect, and smiled too much. No one smiles that much unless they have something to hide. My mom insisted that Tate would be good for me. And my loneliness outweighed my hesitance. And now, here I am feeling foolish. My jaw clenches. I cross my arms as I turn away.
“The plot thickens,” Finn says, making my eyes snap back to his. He quickly looks at the window behind me and back at me. “That two-day in there?”
Two-day.I snort. “Maybe.”
“He didn’t invite you to join?”
My response is to purse my lips and tear my eyes from his. I stare at the acrobats moving up the silks.
“Huh. He didn’t then,” Finn says, demanding my attention again.
“In case you haven’t noticed.” I bring my arm up to show off my bands. “I’m not interested in threesomes.”
“Yet it’s the only one he has on.”
“This is none of your damn business.”
“Nor do I care about any of it, if I’m being completely honest.”
“Then why…”
“Because I’m still here, and I’m bored, and my offer remains,” he says, shoving his hands in the pockets of his slacks.
My heart gallops, but I ignore it. “The offer remains because you’re bored?”
“I’m here because I’m bored.” His eyes scan my face. “The offer remains because I still want to fuck you.”
I swallow and drop my gaze from his, taking him in. He’s wearing a light blue button-down, brown slacks, and matching sneaker-style dress shoes. Everything fits him as though it’s tailored to show off his impressive body. And it does. It definitely does. I blink away to stare at the aerial silks again, in an attempt to calm my nerves.
“Then I’m sorry to inform you that there are rules,” I say, my eyes still on the silks. “No fucking.”
“As in, I can’t put my cock inside your pussy?”
My breath catches again, but I force myself to look at him. “Pretty much.”
His eyes gleam but he says nothing, as he takes his hands out of his pockets, brings a card out, and turns around. “Follow me.”
He doesn’t wait for my response. I watch him swipe a card and push the door open, waiting for me to follow. I do, despite the voices in my head that tell me not to. The room is completely dark until he pushes a button and dim lights appear above us. Though the lights are dim, they’re enough for us to go up four steps, where another door awaits. He slides the card again and steps inside, holding it open for me.
Four movie theater chairs are facing dark floor-to-ceiling windows. Finn walks over and crosses his arms as he stands in front of them, watching the scene as if it’s there solely for his entertainment. I finally let go of the door, and when it clicks shut behind me, Finn uncrosses his arms and turns around to face me.
“Do you own this place?” I ask, suddenly feeling ten times more nervous than I did outside.
“A friend of mine does.”
“And they just let you have a key card?”
“They do.” He takes me in slowly like he did last night, but unlike last night when I felt like I was on the defense, the lust in his eyes makes me feel wanted. Special. He waits until he reachesmy eyes again before he speaks. “If you come in here, you’re consenting to whatever happens.”
My heart stops. I don’t know what that means, but I want it. I’ve met a lot of guys, but I’ve never met one as intense as Finn. Something about that, about the way he looks at me, is intoxicating. Last night, I’d said no because of Tate, who’s now doing god-knows-what with multiple people in the next room.
