Page 15 of The Twins
“I suppose its confidence.” I shrugged. “I would imagine you hold the courtroom under your spell when you get started.”
“I don’t wear this to court.” She brushed her fingertips over the neckline of her dress.
My attention briefly followed her action, and a tug of desire caught in my belly. Her breasts were softly rounded and her delicate skin pale.
“No, for court she wears a wig and black robes.” Finn tapped the top of his head. “Funny thing.”
“Part of the job.” She smiled up at a waiter who had delivered the champagne. “Thank you.”
“Am I what you expected?” I watched the bubbles pop and fizz in the glasses as the drinks were poured.
“I expected you to look like Finn, that’s what he told me.” She reached for her drink. “Though you are smarter dressed.”
“Hey.” Finn frowned.
I poked him. “I beat you every time, bro.”
“Eejit,” he grumbled and picked up his drink. “To first dates.”
“To threesome dates,” she said, holding my eye contact. “A first for me, but I’m guessing not a first for you guys.”
Finn glanced at me.
I shrugged. Might at well be honest from the start. “We had a girlfriend back at home, in Ireland, about five years ago.”
“We?”
“Yeah, we,” Finn said. “We both liked her, she liked both of us, didn’t seem any point in fighting, so we all dived into bed.”
She hovered her glass by her lips. “All of you…in bed?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged and took a big slug of cold bubbles. “Threesome fucking is fun.”
“So not…not one at a time…you all, both of you…and her?” Her eyes widened. “But notyouboth…obviously.”
I laughed. “No, I have zero interest in becoming acquainted with my brother’s dick.”
“Ditto.” Finn took her hand in his. “And remember, that was then and her and this is now, with you. This is on your terms, doll, okay? Whatever floats your boat.”
She pulled in a breath and then drank.
“Have you had a chance to peruse the menu?” a waiter asked.
“Not yet, give us a minute.” I smiled at him.
He stepped away.
“What do you fancy?” Finn passed her a menu. “Other than us.”
She laughed, the tension slipping from her face. “I’m actually starving, I’ve been in the office all day and didn’t grab lunch.”
“Working on a case?” I asked and slipped on my reading glasses.
“Yes, always a case.” She tapped her bottom lip with her index finger as she scanned the menu. “I’ll have the cheese soufflé, and then the salmon.”
“Same here.” Finn snapped his menu shut.
I studied mine a little longer then settled on mussels and lasagna.
