“We should make up for lost time,” Finn says.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, leave with me,” he says, eyes smoldering.
My breath seems to pierce out of my lungs. I’m beginning to understand why everyone is enamored with him. He hasn’t looked away from me all night, and the way he’s talking to me … being the center of Finn’s attention provides a certain kind of high. A high I can’t afford right now, or ever. Nevertheless, I remain nonchalant.
“You don’t even know my name.”
“Josslyn Santos.”
My heart skips. “So you’ve been keeping tabs onme.”
“Is that a yes?”
“About going home with you?” I take a small step back, heart pounding in my ears. “No.”
“I should clarify that we wouldn’t even have to leave the building.”
“Really?” I let out a breathless laugh. “You have a private room ready for you?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.” He watches me for a moment, then adds, “A very private room downstairs.”
“How pragmatic of you.” I bite my lip and tear my gaze away from his in hopes of calming the hell down. “The answer is still no.”
“Because you don’t fuck strangers?” He squints ever so slightly. “We can get to know each other if you want.”
“Really?” I ask, even though I should cut this conversation. “When exactly?”
“Preferably when my fingers are buried in your pussy.”
Oh my … my body clenches in a way I’ve never experienced before.Who says stuff like that? And why is it hot?Probably because he’s so damn hot. Coming out of any other man’s lips, that line would be revolting. God, why am I even stalling and acting like I'm considering this? I need to seriously stop this conversation. Walk away, Josslyn. Walk the hell away.
“I can’t believe you just said that.” I lick my lips and swallow. “I’m kind of dating someone.”
“Kind ofdating someone?”
“It just started getting serious.”
Likeyesterday,but I don’t say that part because it sounds ridiculous. Since it's a recent development and Tate never acted jealous while we were keeping things casual, I’m sure he would forgive my indiscretion, but it doesn’t feel right. From the way Finn is looking at me, I can tell he doesn’t really care if I have a boyfriend, and I can’t help but compare him to Tate, which is ludicrous since they’re so different. Tate is the kind of guy you take home for your mom to meet—charming, well-mannered, blond with blue eyes. Finn is the opposite—broody with chestnut hair, and anI’ll fuck my neighbor’s mom in my Gucci flip-flops if I want toattitude.
“How long ago is ‘just started?’” he asks finally.
I hesitate and look away. “Yesterday.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m not.” I meet his eyes again.
“Two days? Technically, you wouldn’t even be cheating.”
I shake my head, laughing lightly. “I would hate to beyourgirlfriend.”
“I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend. It’s a one-time fuck. I don’t do more than that, which I’m sure you’ve heard since you’ve been keeping tabs on me.”
My eyes narrow. “You’re so freaking arrogant.”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
