Page 12 of Hands off his Dudette

Chapter 6

Finn had met Nick Stone once or twice. Another lawyer, successful in his field, and handsome enough.

He knew exactly what Trick would say about it, but fuck, Finn truly abhorred the thought of that guy with Anna. His Anna.

Fuck.

"I've never seen you that grumpy after winning a case. Come on, chill. You've secured a big fat bonus for you and your team. I know the admin sucks, but it's all part of the game."

Finn pulled himself out of the funk, smiling toMaria. "Sorry. We did smash them, didn't we?"

He'd managed to get KS out of the mess without any issue, and the plaintiff would also need to pay their legal fees. A big win all around. He should be overjoyed. Winning a case, however small, however easy, always pumped some dopamine into his system.

But Anna's words just wouldn't go away."My vagina needs attention, too."

The thought of Nick getting his paws all over her enraged him. The other guy might be taking all her time. Maybe they'd be serious someday, and she'd move in with him.

This line of thought was dangerous, because analyzing his own anger clarified many things to Finn. For one, he was way too bothered by the thought of a man touching Anna. Her long, supple limbs. She had long, slim legs. Her waist. Her delicate shoulder and the long line of her neck. She held herself very well, straight and with shoulders back.

Anna had looked fantastic last night. Not just the long dress—she'd done something fancy with her hair, a knot on the left side, low on her neck. Anna wore little to no makeup on a daily basis, so he noticed when she had lipstick on. It was always nice. Tonight, she'd had lipstick and eye shadow. She'd been downright beautiful. And very fuckable, too. She said hescrewed anything with tits; a gross exaggeration, he had high standards and specific tastes. But by the gods, if she'd been a stranger, in a crowd of gorgeous women, he would have flocked to her like bee to honey and begged for her attention.

He wasn't just worried about his relationship with Anna being affected by her dating, he was also jealous of Nick.

Fuck.

"You did smash them," Maria echoed. "Brutally. You really ought to cheer up. I know, should we go out to celebrate after work?"

Finn shook his head. "Sorry, I have plans."

While the other partners, Rupert Hargrove and Lawrence Ford, often suggested a drink after work, it wasn't usual, coming from Maria, and he would have typically accepted. Just cancelled on Anna, taking a rain check.

"With the delightful roommate?" the lawyer probed.

Finn rolled his eyes. "Yes, with Anna. My friend."

About whom he'd had decidedly unfriendly thoughts intermittentlythroughout the morning.

"Hm. Would that be the subject of your melancholy, by any chance?"

"Oh! Trouble in paradise?" Clark asked from the other side of the filing room, as if he'd been party to the conversation. "Send her my way after you mess up, will you?"

Finn had half a mind to punch him in the face.

"Don't be an ass all your life, Carmichael," Maria said. "No one was talking to you."

Finn enjoyed watching the other guy lower his head and walk away. He couldn't say anything to one of the partners, and he knew it.

"You guys doing anything nice?" she prompted.

He shook his head. "Just watching a couple of movies at home. I'll cook lasagna."

Maria lifted a brow. "On a Friday night?"

Finn shrugged. Some of his friends did go out every Friday and Saturday, making the most of the weekend, but he liked to stay at home and chill at least once.

"Well, have fun. You deserve it."

He got the admin tied up by five, and headed to the stores to grab lettuce, fresh basil, and red wine. They always had a few good bottles at home. On his way out, he found himself looking at the display at the front of the store.

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