Page 65 of Intense
I bark out a laugh, leaning back, completely wrecked.
“Fine,” I say. “But only if I get to file for an annulment before sunrise.”
“No prenup,” she adds. “You lose half your fortune and your spot on the surgical board.”
“And you’ll have to deal with the emotional turmoil that you were my first and only wife.”
She pretends to think. “Worth it.”
There’s a lull then.
“Wait. You never actually want to get married?” she asks.
I shrug. “Never crossed my mind before.”
She frowns. “Yeah, me neither actually. Maybe that life isn’t meant for us.”
That sadness is back in her voice and I chew on my lip. I think actually, she’s wrong about herself there.
“Looks like we better tick that off the list and get married then.”
She gives me a naughty grin that makes my cock twitch.
“Really?”
I nod slowly. I might regret this. But I’ll do it just because of the way she’s looking at me in this second. I want to grasp onto this feeling. Even if it is alien and hurting my fucking chest.
Her eyes drift toward the dance floor, where couples sway under string lights and pop music.
She blinks.
Then turns back to me.
“Dance with me,” she says.
My brows shoot up. “Now? I don’t dance.”
“Why not? Come on, Dr. Quinn. Show me you’ve got rhythm.”
She grabs my hands and bolts of electricity sizzle. She bats her lashes dramatically and pouts. Fuck. Turns out I’ll do whatever this woman asks without a second thought.
Is she… making me weak? Or is it all the alcohol?
“Please, Finn.”
Fuck. I can’t say no to those eyes.
“I could perform open heart surgery with one hand, Stephanie. Of course I have rhythm.”
“Prove it.”
She stands on wobbly legs, yet still looks hot and fucking electric in that dress. She holds out a hand, but I hesitate.
She notices.
“You scared?”
I grit my teeth and take her hand.
