Page 51 of Heir of Fire
When she lifted her head, looking up at him, he almost thought she was going to do it all over again. That she was going to convince them that they couldn’t be together, that they needed to be a secret. Blah blah blah, whatever bullshit she was convincing herself they needed to do.
But instead, Gianna surprised him.
“Are you going to take me on a real date?”
He couldn’t help but laugh. He had never been on a date in his life. Ever.
“Here I thought I was being romantic taking you to the lake.”
“You want all this,” she motioned down her body, “you need to understand I’m high maintenance.”
“Are you? Geez, I couldn’t tell.” From the slap on his chest, she didn’t appreciate his sarcasm.
“I’m being serious.”
“You want a date, so we’re going on a date.”
She sat up. “Where?”
“Aren’t they supposed to be surprises?”
Gianna frowned. “Is this date going to suck?”
Finn held his chest in faux hurt. “Have some hope in me, princess.”
“Well, can you at least tell me how I should dress for it?”
“You could wear a sack, and you would still be the most beautiful girl in the world,” he said. It was true. Gianna’s beauty was a force to be reckoned with. She was perfect in those dresses she loved to wear, when she slept without a care in the world, and even when she screamed at him.
He was whipped.
She rolled her eyes, but there was still a small blush on her cheeks. “I’m not going to wear a sack. If I have a chance to dress up, I’m going to take it.”
“If you’re wondering if we’ll be going anywhere nice enough so you can get dressed up, the answer is yes. I’ll take you somewhere nice,” Finn said.
Even though he lived five months on the road in dodgy motels, he wasn’t a stranger to the finer things in life. Growing up in the life he did, he was used to galas, fancy restaurants, and splurging on wines. He hadn’t preferred it before, but he didn’t hate it.
Even now, rejecting what was supposed to be his with the estates and businesses was more of an act of rebellion than it was him actually hating it. Truthfully, he didn’t hate the lifestyle, he hated the way his father chose to live. He hated the abuse, the unnecessary violence, the disloyalty that seemed to exist at every turn. But that was because of his father, that didn’t need to exist in the lifestyle.
If he was Don, he wouldn’t need to live or rule that way.
“Are we going to take your bike?” she asked, successfully pulling him out of his thoughts.
“If I didn’t know better, I would think you missed it, princess.”
“I can’t exactly wear a dress on a bike,” she said. “Not appropriately anyway.”
An image of her in one of her little pink dresses sitting on his bike popped into his brain. Holy shit, now that was a sight to see. On second thought, maybe they needed to take the bike so that he could make the image a reality, have something to engrave into his mind.
But he wanted to give her a nice first date, so he could save that fantasy for another night. Or at the very least for after dinner.
“We’ll take a car there.”
“Anything else I should know?”
Finn leaned down, pressing a kiss to her nose. “Stop stressing, it’s going to be fine.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m trusting you.”
