Page 113 of Just So You Know, I Don't Work Friday

“You’ll see.” I could feel my face blushing, and my heart was racing.

“Is everything okay?” Finn asked as we stepped into the compartment.

“You’re not going to propose to me, are you? I mean, I know that—”

“What? Harriet you really are funny.”

“You said you had something special planned.”

“I really like you, Harriet. I think you’re fun and funny, but we barely know each other. Why on earth would I be proposing to you on a Ferris wheel?”

“I don’t know. But is that why you invited my sisters and my friend, because you wanted them to witness it because somehow you think—”

“Harriet, your mind is incredible, but you really get ahead of yourself.”

“I know. It’s my overactive imagination, and maybe because I’m a believer in true love and…”

“Are you trying to say you’re in love with me?” he asked.

“No,” I said quickly, my face blushing. “I’m just saying that…”

“Don’t worry. I’m not about to propose to you.” He smiled. The guy clicked the bar, and then our seat rose into the air. He shifted closer and put his arm around me. “I’m glad you’re wearing a skirt,” he said with a smile.

“You told me to wear a skirt this morning after I gave you your breakfast.”

“I don’t know that Frosted Flakes is really considered breakfast,” he said.

“Hey, you didn’t complain.”

“Maybe because I appreciated the effort.” He licked his lips. I could see him staring at my lips.

“Yeah, well, I’m going to buy a cookbook, and I’m going to learn some other stuff so that I can make you a better breakfast. Just don’t expect anything too fancy too soon.”

“I’m not. Trust me,” he said. I felt his left hand on my knee.

“Oh,” I said. Our seat kept getting higher and higher. And as we went further into the sky, his fingers started rising higher and higher on my leg. “Finn, what are you doing?” I looked at him in shock.

“Nothing,” he said as he traced up and down my inner thigh.

“Finn.”

“Yes,” he said as he pulled me even closer to him.

“I’m not sure what is going on, but…”

“I wonder if you could slide onto my lap,” he growled in my ear as he bit down on my earlobe.

“What?”

“I thought this could be a really fun first time.”

“Huh?” I said as his hand slipped up my shirt and played with my breasts. “Finn.”

“What?” he said huskily. “You don’t like me touching you?”

“I love you touching me,” I admitted guiltily, “but this is not the time or the place.”

“What, you don’t want our first time to be on a Ferris wheel? How fucking hot is this?”

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