Because of that though, it seemed to make me burn all the hotter. Fuck!
My fingers clamped down on his. “I would be amenable to that.”
In the reflection, I watched his lips curve. “I wasn’t asking.”
Ohh. He was such a shit!
Grumbling under my breath as he chuckled, the doors opened, and he guided me out toward another section of the garage.
Today was a day for firsts, it seemed.
I’d thought there was just the town car. The one that Samuel drove. Apparently not.
He led me to a sleek Maserati that was very low to the ground and had one of those dashes that belonged in a James Bond movie.
He opened the door for me, helped me in like the gentleman he wasn’t as getting all the way down there by myself was still a little too much for me, then he rounded the car and got in beside me.
As we drove toward the Upper East Side, I wondered where the hell we were going.
The only time I went here was for my meetings with my dad, and as that wasn’t going to happen any time ever, I was surprised he was taking me here.
For all his ways, I knew Finn appreciated simple home cooking. I’d expected us to head for some Mom and Pop joint, but he pulled up outside the Four Seasons of all places.
Giving the keys to the valet who rushed to attend him, I’d opened the door by the time he approached my side of the car.
“I wanted to do that,” he grumbled, growling at me.
I laughed. “I think I can manage opening my door, but getting out is another matter entirely.”
After he helped me out, I tucked my arm through his as he guided me into the opulent reception area.
Five minutes later, I was seated behind an enormous window that let in the most glorious light. All around me, there were trees too. Huge ones. With large twisting and undulating tree trunks that the waiter informed me were African Acacias.
It was like being outside and inside at the same time.
Finn suggested I try the lemon ricotta pancakes and because that sounded like a good idea, I promptly ordered that.
When I compared the size of my portion of pancakes to theirs, I felt my cheeks burn. Christ, did I overfeed Finn? He hadn’t said anything, and he wasn’t exactly the shy or reserved type. They were delicious though, and they almost melted in my damn mouth. A part of me was wondering if I could replicate them at home when Finn’s phone buzzed.
It was an odd breakfast, mostly because we were eating like we were at home. He’d brought the newspaper with him and I was reading a book on the kindle app on my cell. We weren’t talking even though there wasn’t any tension between us. It was just nice. Being able to sit together without having to fill the silence. I found I appreciated that more now as a married woman than I ever had when I was single.
So, when his phone buzzed and, shock-horror, he ignored it, I wondered what the hell was going on between him and Aidan.
It didn’t take a mind reader to figure out it was his dad, and said dad was wondering why the fuck his son wasn’t at church.
Finn switched it off though, and carried on eating and reading like nothing had happened.
He cut me a look when I stared at him in question. For a second, his ice-blue eyes clashed with mine until they softened, turning a warm turquoise as he smiled at me.
“You liked the pancakes?”
I nodded.
“Thought you would.” He pinched his bottom lip and rubbed it slightly. “Nice to see you’ve got your sweet tooth back. I need that ass nice and round when I fuck it.”
Of course, he waited to tell me that when I was drinking some of my coffee. Barely refraining from spitting that out, my eyes watered as I forced myself to swallow.
When he shot me a smug look, I raised my hand, and as if I was checking the corners of my mouth for crumbs, I flicked at the edges with my middle finger. Then, after I’d flipped him the bird, I sucked the digit into my mouth, enjoying the tension that invaded his features at the move.