Page 55 of Intense
Always assessing. Always calculating.
“What do you want? I just need a breather. And I’d rather not have an asthma attack from your aftershave.”
No smirk. Just a frown.
“What did Zak say?”
“It doesn’t matter. I handled it.”
He steps closer. I don’t move.
“It does matter. That was one hell of a slap—I heard it from the fucking bar. I need to know if he’s getting fired before he even gets on the plane.”
I rub the back of my neck. I know that tone. When Finn Quinn wants answers, he gets them.
“Fine,” I huff. “He said I wouldn’t fuck him because I’m fucking you. Then wished you luck. Called me a psycho.”
Finn laughs, and it’s almost feral.
“Us?” He gestures between us. “He thinks we’re sleeping together? Wow.”
My jaw tightens.
“Why is that so funny?”
I take a step forward, closing the gap.
“You wouldn’t fuck me? How rude.”
His laughter dies instantly. His face like thunder.
“I would if you kept your mouth fuckin’ shut.”
Oh. That makes my heart race.
“Well, I can’t do that. Not possible. I’ve never shut up a day in my life.”
His brow arches.
“Trust me. I know, Stephanie.”
The way he says my name—it should be illegal.
As should the fact that I’m turned on by this arrogant, controlling bastard.
“Anyway,” I step back, needing space from him. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on earth. I’d wait for the aliens to arrive and fuck one of them instead.”
His fists clench and release.
“Make your feelings known, Dr. Miller. Glad you finally let it out.”
He turns, reaching for the door.
“I’ll leave you to it. Have a good night.”
But something inside me snaps.
“Why did you dedicate that award to me? Do you do things like that just to upset me?”
