Page 36 of Mob Star

We’re standing with our backs to a wall, and I don’t think Finn maneuvered us like that on accident. When Terry turns around, his hand goes to my ass.

“You look gorgeous, cailín. The things you make me think about. I don’t know if you’ve told your friends anything about dating someone new. I don’t even know if you told them you ended things with Tony. But I’ll be counting the hours until our date tomorrow. Did you pick something to do?”

I shake my head. I step away from him, so Terry doesn’t get that far ahead of me. But I twist to see Finn.

“Thank you. Terry’s going to have a shit ton of questions. Can I tell her your full name?”

“Of course.”

“Are we dating?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“Okay.”

I hurry to catch up with Terry, who shockingly doesn’t ask me a million questions. She looks back at Finn, then at me.

“He’s hot.”

“Yeah, he is.”

“He’s not your boyfriend, is he?”

She does have some.

“No. But we’ve gone out, and I’m seeing him tomorrow night. He knew saying he’s my boyfriend would make the guy back off.”

“He likes you. A lot.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because he would have come over as just the casino owner if he didn’t. He’s a hundred percent better than Tony. You deserve someone good after him. I heard what he said at the bar. Fuck him.”

“I’d rather not. I broke up with him, so I don’t have to.” I laugh, and Terry grins.

We find our friends, and the rest of the night is fun. We all come out ahead when we head up to the suite. We got two, so we all have our own room.”

Finn

What time would you and your friends like breakfast?

I just finished brushing my teeth and was about to climb into bed.

Me

I don’t know. Check out’s at eleven, so probably like 9:30-10. Why?

Finn

Your suites are comped. I’ll send up whatever you want whenever you want. Mimosas?

Me

You don’t have to do this. He was a drunk idiot.

Finn

It has nothing to do with him and everything to do with spoiling you

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