Dinner with Finn had actually been decent. More than decent. It was hard for the petite blonde to find anything wrong with the evening even though she had been trying the whole drive back to the hotel. Arms folded across her chest defensively as she had kept telling him she could find her way back to her hotel room, alone. She didn’t need the boy scout walking her to her room like the gentlemen he was. Now she was curious if there was more to this. ❝And here I was thinking you couldn’t get any more polite. ❞ A smirk tugged at her lips as she reached for the hotel key in her back pocket, turning her back to the older man for a moment so she could open the door. ❝ I thought the kiss was suppose to be at the end of the date. You trying to get rid of me already? ❞
“I have my moments.” Moments of being a smooth operator. Moments of having some hint of morality still left in him that was still in question. Throughout their little dinner ordeal, conversations took place...and the hostility levels were below ground zero. Laughs were exchanged, jokes met in the middle, and even old stories were told back and forth. Despite the difference in age, she had a mystique to her that he wanted to probe.
Oh what a dangerous field this was.
Placing a hand on the wall next to her, Finn kept a small distance between them, beryl locking onto a near familiar pair that he felt was impossible to stare away from. “No, ‘nd it seems like 'ya don’t want me to either.” Nodding his head at the door, slender brow lofted. There was a brief moment of silence that fell comfortably between them. “Aren’t 'ya goin' to invite me in, Princess?”
This was just the beginning.
