“Not a snowball’s chance in hell.”
“Fine.”
I cinched the belt of my robe tighter and opened the door. It looked like Finn hadn’t slept in a few days. His eyes had dark circles around them, his shirt was wrinkled, and stubble lined his jaw.
“So, why are you here?”
Finn followed me into my living room where I sat on the couch, letting Dozer lay between us.
“Because I lost my phone in North Carolina and I didn’t get a new one until this afternoon. When you weren’t answering me, I thought you were pissed that I didn’t call you for a few days.”
I laughed. “Don’t pretend you care about me, Finn.”
“What in the bloody hell are you talking about? Of course I care about you.”
“Then who was it that answered your phone the other night while you were in the shower?”
Finn looked completely stumped for a few seconds, and then a light bulb went off. “Fucking Angie. My manager.”
“Yeah, good one. It was late at night; she must be one hell of a manager.” I rolled my eyes while Finn shot up from the couch, his eyes wide, hands in the air.
“We had been working late and had room service called up to my room after going over some of the photos from that day’s shoot. I’ve never touched her.” His brogue was thick as he spoke a mile a minute.
“Look, Finn, I’m not looking for excuses. We have no commitments or responsibilities to each other. Just don’t lie.”
He was too nervous; there was no way he was telling the truth. He sat back down next to me.
“God damn it, Joey! Just because you’ve been hurt before doesn’t mean I don’t feel committed or that I am not a bloody gentleman. Angie has chased girls away before, saying they were bad for my focus. I’m sorry. I should have suspected that she hid my phone and not assumed that a maid swiped it from my room.”
“It’s really convenient that your phone disappeared right after my call.”
“I swear.” He got up from the couch and knelt in front of me. “I like you.” A coy smile danced onto his lips before he took my hand in his and continued, “You have bewitched me, body and soul.”
“Now that is cheesy.”
He bit his lip. “But it’s the truth. Mr. Darcy was one smooth son of a bitch.” His full lips pressed gently onto mine. “Please believe me. I want you, only you. Promise.”
“You think that quoting Jane Austen is the key to making me believe you?”
He nodded. “Is it working?”
I didn’t know. Maybe he was different. He seemed different. Maybe it was me that was all fucked up and unable to believe that someone could genuinely want to be with me.
“I guess I just jump the gun a little when it comes to shit like that.”
“I understand. I don’t blame you. I would have been put off too.” His fingers gripped the belt of my robe, casually pulling it loose. “Let me make it up to you.”
Before I knew what to even think about what was happening, Finn was carrying me to my room and shutting the door behind us. He gently put me down on my bed, dragging the robe off my body and throwing it on the floor.
“Lay back and relax.”
He pulled my knees to the end of the bed, letting my legs rest over his shoulders.
“I’ve been dying to taste you for days.”
His kisses started slowly around my bald pussy, gently massaging my swelling bud with his thumb. Lightly he started to lick and suck on my clit, sending electricity shooting throughout my body.
I cried out, “I love how your tongue feels. Suck harder, Finn.”
