Page 1 of Hands off his Dudette

Chapter 1

Anna watched the offending pastry mistrustfully, a frown between her brows.

"Just no," she said, after a minute of indecision.

She wasn't adverse to trying new food, and her stomach had been rumbling for a good ten minutes, but there were lines she wouldn't cross. Bacon doughnuts were one of the few items on that line.

The ridiculously handsome, grinning man holding the box out in front of her rolled his eyes. "Come on, don't be a chicken," said Finn Johnson.

Six foot three, dark-haired, light brown eyes and the most delectable backside ever shaped by the gods of temptation, her best friend was a vision for sore eyes.She almost forgave him for disturbing her morning yoga practice.

"You haven't tried either," she reminded him.

"Which is why we need to do this at the same time. Good or bad, we're in this together," he said solemnly, as if he was swearing a blood oath rather than talking about gross doughnuts.

Anna blamed his theatrics on too many years of Dungeons and Dragons role play.

She grimaced. "Finn, when we said always and forever, the deal was I'd slap a bitch for you, and you'd kick whatever guy made fun of me in high school. We never talked about bad food."

As his first approach had failed, he now looked up at her from under his long lashes, pouting, like a pitiful puppy. A ridiculously gorgeous and sexy puppy.

"Please?"

She groaned.

"I dare you!"

These words rarely failed to work, and he knew it. After a meaningful sigh, Anna pulled up the doughnut. It had some sort of glaze and white cream on top, as well as bits of bacon. She made a face, disgusted.

"You too," she stated.

Finn eagerly took the second bacon doughnut in the box.

"On the count of three?"

She nodded, counting, "One..."

"Two," he said.

The next instant, they both bit down.

Oh.

Oh!

Anna and Finn exchanged one stunned glance, eyes wide. Then, they both rushed to devour the rest of the doughnuts.

"All right. That wasn't your worst idea, yet," she admitted two minutes later, licking her fingers.

"It wasn't my idea at all. Lucy bought them for us."

Lucy was his brother's fiancée; a crazy bitch Anna absolutely adored from their very first meeting. "You could have opened with that."

Finn glared. "I'm offended that you'd eat something Lucy buys without questions, while you make me beg before trying it."

She shrugged, unapologetic. "Lucy happens to have great taste, while you made us eat split pea soup in France."

Finn winced at the memory. "Point."

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