Page 31 of Hands off his Dudette

Chapter 14

“Questions that don't need answers?”

Fuck that shit. He wanted all of his questions answered. All of them. He needed to know the color of her pussy lips, and the taste of her cum, and the moans she made when he'd take her, slow, deep, and then harder and harder until she begged for mercy.

Anna wanted him. She'd admitted to it, and nothing else mattered. He couldn't concentrate on anything, because only one thing mattered: Anna wanted him.

Finn didn't think he'd ever, in his entire life, desired anything as much as he wanted the future he'd dreamed of the previous night. A future with a puppy, blue, gray, green and silver furniture in the elegant apartment they'd chosen, and Anna by his side, without having to ever consider the possibility of relinquishing her. He'd denied it practically all his life, but now that he'd finally admitted it to himself, he had no choice: he had to fight for that.

Unfortunately, he was fighting against the most redoubtable enemy: fear. He'd seen it in Anna's eyes. She doubted everything: that he was serious, that he could want her, that he was ready for a real relationship. Above all, she doubted herself, unsure of herself—her feelings for him. They'd been friends for so long, she didn't know if she wanted more.

"I wonder the same thing, sometimes." "We'd have too much to lose." "There are questions that don't need answers."

She was afraid and only one thing could change that: time. Time, and a reason to believe in him. In a possibility for them.

Time, and glimpses of what a life with him as her man would be like.

Around midday, Yvonne got back to him about the Madison apartment: the owners had accepted their offer.

Finding his phone battery dead, unsurprisingly, he grabbed the landline at his desk and typed the only number he knew by heart.

Anna answered on the second ring."Tell me we got the fucking house!"

"We got the fucking house."

He had the foresight to distance the receiver from his hear before she yelled a "hell yes! I told you! I told you we had it in the bag, you grumpy idiot. Oh my God, yes. When are we doing everything?"

"I called you as soon as I received the email. I'll get in touch with Yvonne on my break."

"Awesome. Oh my God. Champagne tonight!"

"Actually," he said casually, "I thought we might eat out to celebrate properly."

This wasn't a usual occurrence; so far this year, they'd perhaps had dinner out of the house together three or four times—after a movie, or when his brother convinced them to hang out. But as they didn't buy a house every day, Anna didn't think to question it.

"Hell yes. Somewhere nice. I want all the food and champagne."

"Sounds like a plan.” Actually, it sounded like a date. “I’ll book and text you the info when my phone's got battery."

After hanging up, Finn plugged his phone in, and finished reading the info on his next case. He called his client and stayed on the phone for an hour, clock-watching a good dozen times. Finally, he was done with his work load for the morning, and his mobile phone was halfway charged.

He called Yvonne first, and then headed to Maria's large corner office.

He knocked on her glass door, and walked in when she gestured him forward, remaining silent as she was on the phone.

"That's not acceptable, Perkins, and you know it. Here is how it's gonna be: you'll take care of your mess, and get your fucking client to agree on our settlement by Friday. That's more than fair, given the circumstances. Get it done, or I'll crush you in court."

Finn winced. Most lawyers liked winning, but he was pretty sure squeezing balls like that got Maria wet. She loved dominating the office, the courtroom, and everything else, hence why she was a partner at forty-three. She basically went up to Ford andHargrove one day and informed them that they were either making her a partner or she'd walk out to open her own firm.

"Johnson. How's the Harvey case looking?"

He winced. "Not good. Not enough information, so I'm guessing he's lying to us."

A factory employee was suing a corporation after a fall—unsafe safety measures. The employee had reached out to them.

Her eyes flared. "You called them?"

Finn nodded. "They're very tight-lipped over the phone. I could request a visit…."

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