Page 122 of Just So You Know, I Don't Work Friday

“I don’t know. Maybe to get ice cream.”

“I could do with some ice cream,” I said. “I’ll head over to the food stalls.”

“Sounds good. We’ll see you there in about ten minutes.”

“Great,” I said and hung up. Finn was still muttering something on the phone.

“Everything okay?” I walked over to him. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded.

“Yep. Look, let me call you back,” he said, then hung up. He smiled at me. “So where is everyone?”

“They’re going on a teacup ride or something, but I said we’d meet them by the ice cream stands.”

“Okay,” he said, rubbing his washboard abs. “I could go for some ice cream.” He paused. “Know where I’d rather lick it from than a cone?”

“Really?”

“What? You wouldn’t rather lick ice cream off my body, too?”

“Finn, I don’t even know what to say, but you’re sex crazy.”

“Are you trying to call me a nymphomaniac or something?”

“If that’s what you are, sure.”

“Are you trying to say that being around me makes you want to fuck? Oh, sorry,” he said, clearing his throat. “Should I say bang?”

“Really, Finn?” I rolled my eyes, and then I sniffed. “Are you wearing that cologne again?” He paused, his eyes alert on my face.

“You recognize the scent?”

“Yeah, you’ve worn it a couple of times now.”

“And you like it?”

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s very masculine without being overpowering.”

“Does it make you want me?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “It doesn’t make me not want you.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said. “Come on, let’s go and get this ice cream.” He looked pleased with himself.

“Okay. Are you buying for everyone?”

“Is that your way of asking me to buy for everyone?”

“Well, you did invite us all to come, which I don’t really understand why you wanted my friends to come.”

“Like I said, I want to get to know them.”

“But you haven’t really gotten to know them, you have only gotten to know me better than you knew me before.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he said.

“Well, we fucked.”

“You mean we banged?”

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