Page 5 of Just Do It
‘I did.’
‘I mean alone. Not as a group.’ She made a swirling motion with her hands encompassing all of us in said group.
‘If he’s so keen, he’d have talked to me, wouldn’t he?’ I asked, fixing a slightly smug expression on my face, pleased with my razor-sharp reasoning.
‘Can I get you a drink?’ The deep voice close to my ear made me jump and I threw the remainder of my drink down my dress. ‘Well, yes you can nowwwww…’ My remonstration tailed off as I turned to find Finn’s face unexpectedly close. He was even hotter this close up. ‘Ummm…’
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s just pretty loud in here. I definitely owe you a drink now.’
‘Mmhmm. I mean, ummm, yes you do.’
Colette elbowed me sharply in the ribs whilst doing a brilliant impression of having turned to her companion and not listening in to our conversation at all.
‘Oww! I mean, yes, that would be lovely, thank you.’
‘Another champagne?’
‘Oh, you don’t have to. I can pick something else.’
Finn’s brow crinkled, sinking into the faint lines that appeared to linger there all the time. ‘Do you want something else?’
His eyes were the blue of Tutankhamun’s eyeliner and they seemed to pierce straight into my thoughts.
‘Not really.’
An amused smile replaced the frown. ‘Then champagne is what you shall have. Back in a sec.’
‘Excuse me just a moment.’ I heard Colette put her conversation on hold. ‘Oh my God! He’s so into you! I knew it!’ she whispered to me.
‘You’re over reacting. It’s just a drink.’
‘Did you see the way he looked at you?’
‘Not really,’ I replied honestly. ‘The whole world seems to have gone kind of soft focus.’ I looked around. ‘It’s actually quite nice.’ Colette prodded me. ‘Huh? OK, yes, he seems quite attentive.’
‘And do you think that’s good?’
A grin pushed its way onto my face. ‘It’s good.’
Colette winked then turned back to Greg who’d been hanging on her every word since we met. Before long, Finn returned.
‘Here you go,’ he said, waiting until I had a good grip of the glass before letting go. ‘Sorry again about earlier.’
‘Not a problem. This dress has had worse things than champagne spilled on it.’
‘Oh…’ The dark brows knitted once more. ‘I’m not quite sure what to say to that.’
I took a massive gulp of the drink.
‘That didn’t come out like it was supposed to. I just meant…’
‘Accidents happen?’
‘Yes!’ I said, pointing my glass at him and sloshing a plop of liquid on his pale blue shirt. ‘Oh God, sorry,’ I said, yanking my sleeve down over my hand and wiping at his chest manically.
Finn caught my hand and wrapped it within his own. ‘It’ll dry.’
‘Oh. Right. Yes. And you’ve spilled worse things on it?’ I attempted some witty repartee. And failed.
