Page 17 of Hands off his Dudette

Chapter 8

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!"

Anna opened her eyes to find Finn with a tray in his hand. As she smelled cinnamon, she immediately forgave him for breaking the laws of weekends and waking her up on a Saturday.

"What time is it?"

"Nine."

She groaned. Since when was he waking up at nine on a weekend, anyway?

"Why the fuck are you all dressed for?"

Not that he normally paraded half naked around the house, but he didn't typically put on proper clothes until it was time to go out on a Saturday. Anna had never admitted it to him, but she quite liked his low rise joggers and his checked PJ pants--they did wonderful things for his thick thighs and muscular ass.

But so did his jeans, so she wasn't complaining.

"I'm dressed," said Finn, "Because we're going shopping for a sofa first, and then we're looking at houses this afternoon. I figured it might take a while, so we better get started early."

"We're replacing the sofa?"She didn't think she'd ever gotten out of the bed that fast.

"You bet your ass we are. Talking of ass, you may want to cover yours."

Anna looked down to her clothes. She didn't like wearing much to bed; right now she had on one of his T-shirts, and that was it. It did fall to her thighs, but she was still very much naked. The white fabric didn't help.

She stuck her tongue out. "My room. If you're scared of my ass or titties, don't come in before I'm up."

Anna grabbed the cinnamon and cappuccino roll on the tray, before heading to her en suite bathroom.

To her surprise, Finn followed.

"You know, I was wondering where that T-shirt was. It's comfortable as fuck."

She laughed. "That, it is. Come on, you should totally have bought two. You should have known I'd steal it."

"I'll try to remember that. How many clothes of mine would I find in your closet?"

"Two T-shirts, one hoodie, two pairs of boxers." She was entirely unapologetic. Finn's closet was bigger than hers. If he hadn't noticed sometime in the last few years, he wasn't missing then. "I'm gonna brush my teeth. Talk at me. What places are we visiting?"

"Two places in TriBeCa, and one penthouse on Madison. That's all the real estate agent could line up on such short notice, but I also want to see a place in Hell's Kitchen. I'll need a mortgage for all of them, except the Hell's Kitchen one, but don't mention it to Trick, or mom. You know what they'd say."

That he could use his trust, borrow the money from them, or otherwise tap into the Johnson fortune; something Finn refused to do. He already felt bad enough about letting his mother pay for school.

Anna listened as he described the different places—three to four bedrooms, all had an office and a gym, either in the apartment itself or in the building. When she was done washing her teeth, she said, "You know, if I'm moving in with you, maybe we can buy together. That way, no need for a mortgage. If one of us decides to move, we can buy the other out."

Finn lifted a surprised brow, and took a few minutes to consider her proposition.

"Yes. That might work. And maybe it'll be the end of the whole nonsense where you don't tell me you want new furniture."

She laughed. "If it had been your place and not your mom's, you bet your ass I would have told you to change that atrocity years ago."

"Why,I'm glad to hear it."

"Good. Now, I'm going to take a shower, so unless you wanna watch, you better get out of here."

She didn't know what she'd expected; laughter, probably. Instead, Finn's eyes scanned her from her eyes to her toes, quite slowly, and then back up. He smiled. "An interesting suggestion. I might take you up on it another time, but I fear that might somewhat delay our shopping trip."

Her jaw fell open. He turned his back and left before she regained enough sense to ask what the fuck that had been all about.

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