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“Did I get her approval?”
I take the drink from his hand and sip it, holding out on my answer just to watch him for a moment longer. “So far, so good.”
He sits next to me, moving the stool until our knees touch. A deliberate action if I’ve ever seen one.
I notice he’s empty-handed and frown. “You’re not drinking?”
A hint of blush colors his cheeks. “It’s not that I don’t ever drink, but not here.”
“Oh, so are you still on duty or...?”
“Something like that.” He brushes his adorable hair off his forehead but it falls right back into place. His lower lip has the cutest indentation in it that my gaze keeps wandering toward.
“So, is this what you do for fun?” I ask.
“Hit on hot girls?”
I preen under his hot girl assessment. At least there’s a mutual physical attraction going on. And so far, he’s getting an A in the intelligence factor, too. “Well, I was talking about this whole scene. The training, the fighting, owning a gym.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You know I own a gym?”
Well, Jesus. Why don’t I just wear a sign that says stalker? I turn in my seat and gesture toward Jared. “That’s my girl’s boyfriend. I may have hit him up for some information about you.”
“How unfair. I know nothing about you.”
“Not true. You know my real first name. Not many can say that.”
He takes a moment to formulate a response. I swear he never stops smiling, and I like it. Like, Ireallylike it. “So,Leenie, who drinks Uppercut Princesses, and doesn’t normally come to fights, what areyouinto?”
Is getting my pussy licked an appropriate response here? Because I’ve practically planned out the rest of our night and that’s certainly included.
The sexual tension between us feels like an actual physical pulse. I press my lips together and take another drink if only to stall. “I work at the bank. Jaz works there, too.” It seems wrong to stop there. In fact, he should know more about me now that my brother is the most well-known person in the Heights, but that’s the same reason why I don’t want to keep going. Hell, for all I know, this might not go anywhere. I sure hope it does. It’s not often you meet a guy who not only has a steady job but who actually owns his own business in the Heights. That’s attractive as fuck. “I’m fairly boring, actually,” I tell him with a chuckle. “I like to let my hair down a little on the weekends when I can.”
He grips the end of one of my long, auburn waves, passing his thumb over it before dropping it back to my shoulder.
When he doesn’t respond, I blush. “See? Told you. Boring.”
“Not in the slightest,” he states. “Just kind of blown away by the fact that bank employees look as sexy as you. Maybe I should start going in more often instead of doing all of my transactions online.”
His words have an instant reaction to my lips, like a puppeteer pulling on marionette strings. “You’re a flirt.”
“So I’ve been told.”
I bite the top of my straw and smile. “Shameless.”
“Always.”
I take a deep breath, loving that he has an answer for everything. I think it’s about time to see if we can take this to the next level. “Does the shameless flirt dance?”
He sits up straight on the stool. “How do you think I got my amazing figure?”
I lean in too close for two people who’ve just met. “I don’t know why I thought fighting had something to do with that.”
Finn runs his fingers up my forearms as he whispers in my ear. “Who else is a shameless flirt? We better be careful.”
“Before?”
“Before we end up talking our clothes right off each other.”