Page 43 of Intense
I swear Finn growls under his breath.
Josh excuses himself and heads to the bar. I keep my mouth shut.
“Very professional answer, Stephanie. I’ll be sure to jot that one down. Cannot fuck anyone with an asshole in the cardiology department.”
My cheeks burn. I feel his stare like it’s dragging heat down my spine.
“Asshole covers men and women. Thought I’d cover my ass. Literally.”
He chuckles. A real laugh. Not sarcastic. Not cruel.
Like he actually finds me funny.
That’s new.
So I look at him to confirm.
Yep. Laughing.
“What?” I smile.
“I think I’ll pass that new rule to HR. It’s a very vivid description.”
“Gets the point across. ‘Don’t fuck your colleagues’ also works.”
Finn’s gaze drops to my lips, and my heart races.
“Rules can be so…”
His eyes flick to mine.
“Boring. Really sucks the fun out of life.”
I nod.
“Well, some people need them,” I say.
“Hmm.”
“Or they need to be better at hiding when they break the rules.”
He looks back to the dance floor, where Poppy’s now in Josh’s arms, swaying to the beat.
“Or some men just need to learn to keep their dick in their pants,” I counter.
“Yes. Some men don’t understand the word ‘no’.” His voice is dry. Too dry.
We sip our whiskeys in a very uncomfortable silence. Until a group of men walk in, like something out of a movie. Their skin inked, their eyes dark. They’re trouble.
One of them is covering his face with a balaclava.
And holy shit, they’re walking straight toward us with their eyes locked on Finn.
“Uh. Finn?”
He places his palm on my thigh, and I nearly shoot out of my chair. He snatches it back, like my skin burned him too.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I—I strangely got comfortable with you there. Won’t happen again. Trust me.”
