Page 61 of Rules in Love
Potato alley turned a gorgeous, flushed pink. “Okay, so I just told you all that, and that’s all you took from it. Yet?”
“Yet…” I teased. “Sorry, I mean, yes. That’s all I heard.”
Sighing, Scarlett tilted her head to the side and sighed. “You have nothing to say about Victoria?”
“Oh, I have plenty to say. I think she’s scared. She’s in love with her boss. She’s had a terrible time with Herman and is clutching at straws. I’m just more interested inthe yet. “
The cutest, worried little frown appeared on her face, and all I wanted to do was pick her up and hold her. Of course, I didn’t. “Finn. We talked about this in Tarrytown. I think you know how I feel about things. But I hope you know I respect where you’re coming from, and I’m not going to push you on anything. I just want you to be happy.”
My eyes twitched as my mind flicked to Shelby, but the lure of the woman before me was too strong. “And what about you, Red? What would make you happy?”
She bit her bottom lip, then beamed a smile across the table, “I am happy. I have an amazing son, my dream job, an interfering best friend, and maybe a new second-best friend too.”
Shit. She means me. DO NOT CRY.Taking a moment, I sipped from my water, cooled the hell down, and continued. “There’s nothing else you want, though? Nothing just for you?” I brushed my foot against hers.
A look of mischief settled on her beautiful face. “There are a few things I could think of. But I’m being respectful, remember.” A dull thud sound came from beneath the table, then a shoeless foot rubbed against the inside of my ankle.
“Respect is very important. But so is adaptability,” I whispered. Scarlett slid a little in her seat, and that foot slipped up and under the leg of my pants. “Flexibility too.” My glass was emptied as Scarlett continued to rub.
“Oh, I agree. I’m very adaptable and flexible.”
“I always liked that about you, Red. It’s very sexy.”
“Why, thank you. You told me my laugh was sexy once. Now my acrobatic style. Is that all you think is sexy about me?”
My dick hardened instantly.
“No, definitely not. That, my girl, is just one of many things on my very big, long, long, long…list. Maybe if I give up and let you be my girlfriend, you could show meyoursecret list, and I could show you mine.”
“Ahh, you remember my list? You’re very clever and cocky. But who says that I want you to be my boyfriend?” She swirled the pink straw that sat in her margarita. “I really do fancy getting my hands around that list. Probably not now, though. It seems quite large. I don’t think we’d make it to the movies.”
I, too, began to doubt if we would, in fact, make it to the movie.
By the time we finished our mains, the vixen had her foot between my thighs, and it stayed there, gently caressing and inching up right through dessert. I’m not sure if you’ve ever eaten tiramisu with a sexy woman’s foot rubbing against your cock, but it’s an experience I’d recommend and one I hope to have repeated many times in my life.
Preferably with this woman. There are an awful lot of desserts, after all.
With every ounce of strength, self-restraint, and adjusting a young couple so obviously in lust could possibly possess, we left the restaurant and walked to my Jeep. Like a nervous fifteen-year-old, my little finger tickled against her finger before my hand tentatively claimed hers. I’m not sure why I was so nervous. Her black pantyhose-clad feet had been molesting my cock half the night. But holding hands out in the open for the whole world to see felt like a big deal. It also made me extremely happy.
I smiled down at her, admiring how the streetlight’s glow bounced off her flushed cheeks. “Thanks for dinner, Red.”
“No, thank you. I had a great feeling—I mean time.” She stopped, balanced on her toes, and pressed a kiss right on the edge of my mouth. “Allons au cinéma et touchons dans le noir.”
Distracted by her closeness, it took my brain a while to translate. I’d unlocked the car, held Scar’s hand as she climbed in, and was walking to my side when it finally hit me.Allons au cinéma et touchons dans le noir.Let’s go to the movies and touch in the dark.
Scarlett
Finn scoffed angrily and pointed at the screen. “I find it both fascinating and insulting that the partners are okay with a French movie when they can barely understand me…and I speak English.”
“Aww, poor Finny. Remember, you don’t come with subtitles on your chest like the movie does.” I patted my fingers against that very chest, which turned into giving his pecs a good poke, testing out their firmness. When I realized what I was doing, I flicked my eyes to Finn’s. He was watching my finger intently, just as he was when I played with my hair at dinner and when I twirled my fork around my Bolognese and sucked the non-existent sauce from my thumb. “Sorry about the poking.” I wasn’t a tiny bit sorry.
I returned my hands to the safety of my popcorn bucket, but Finn’s eyes stayed fixed on me. Rationally ignoring it was sustainable for only so long.Maybe this isn’t just intense sexiness.I knew who I was. What I was. What I often looked like. A mess. “What? Why are you looking at me? Do I have something on my face? God, is it pasta sauce from dinner? Have you let me walk around like this all night?”
“No, not at all, sorry. I was just…you look great. Really pretty. Promise.” Like me, he didn’t look sorry, but his compliments and smirk appeased my fear.
By this point, we were an hour into the movie. I couldn’t remember any characters’ names or a damn thing that had happened. Hopefully there would be no test at work tomorrow. Should there be one, I would be fucked. But honestly, how was I supposed to focus on some French guy with a big nose climbing a mountain, when Finn was next to me and I could study how his quads flexed in his pants? I kept telling myself I would be fine, and an exam was very much in doubt. Hopefully.
Things in the office had been super tense over the last week. Jason finally reached his limit with Mr. Wise boob-eyeing Victoria and had security escort him from the building. He wasn’t even permitted to come tonight. Since everything had already been ready and paid for, Jason and Bernstein decided to go ahead with the evening, turning it instead into a team-building exercise. A reset, of sorts. A pop quiz seemed ill-suited.
