Finn's Shot (Eden's Odyssey Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

glare at him a little
longer than necessary and comment, “I see you’ve met Finn.”
    Finn smiles and says, “Yes,
Mr. Ramos has been quite forthcoming with information.”
    He switches his attention
back to Enrique and puts his hand out to shake with the gallery owner.
    “It was very nice to meet
you.” 
    “You too, Mr. Thompson. I’m
hopeful we’ll see more of you!”
    He cackles after the last,
letting us all know he’s alluding to seeing more skin, not necessarily him more
often.
    “Geez,” I grumble
    “Come on, let me take you
home and we can talk. Unless you’d rather go to my place tonight?” 
    “My place is fine. Let’s go.”
    Finn drives us in his souped-up,
extended-cab, and fully-loaded black truck to my apartment. After we get inside
and I kick my shoes off, I offer him a drink that he declines and we head for
the couch. I sit first this time, picking the far corner. I reach down to rub
my sore feet as he sits in the middle instead of the other corner. His suit
coat and tie are laying across the back of my recliner. It’s strange that just
the sight of his things in my space affects me the way that it does. I notice the
top two buttons of his dress shirt are undone, which trips my brain into
flashback mode and runs a reel of all the delicious things we did here the last
time. Damn.
    He doesn’t ask, he just pulls
my right foot from my own hand and grabs the other to join it. He lays them
across his lap and begins to rub with strong, capable fingers. Not meaning to,
but unable to help myself, my head falls against the corner cushion of the
couch, and I release a strangled groan. It’s instant paradise and possible I’ll
have an orgasm if he keeps going.  
    His voice is quiet when he
says, “So you liked me enough to paint me… more than once, but not enough to
see me again. I don’t get it. Did my breath smell? Did I snore? Was I too rough
with you?”
    My body stiffens defensively.
He’s right, I liked him enough to paint him, and think about him non-stop since
that night, but I’m not about to admit it.
    “First of all, I painted you
while you were here. You knew that was happening. No, you don’t smell, snore
and you weren’t too rough. There are things about me you don’t know.” I cross
my arms over my chest protectively and continue, “Things you’d never accept
that I’m not willing to change. I have no interest in dating someone more than
once and running the risk of getting attached when I know in advance it won’t
work out. I’m surprised you even want to see me again. Single male athletes are
famous for one night stands so why are we even having this conversation?” I
swallow hard, my stomach revolting at the thought of him with other women.
    His expression darkens, and I
realize too late I hit a sore spot with him. “Yeah, I’m famous for one night
stands, but not because I enjoy jumping from bed to bed though. I just hadn’t
found anyone up till now who made it worth the potential hurt if I tried for
more. I dated one girl over a year ago, for a short time and she could’ve been
something to me, but she was still caught up on an old flame. Turns out I was
right to dump and run from her; I heard she married the guy and is expecting
her first baby.
    “I can’t imagine what would
keep me from wanting to try with you.” He releases my foot and ticks off on his
fingers, “You’re beautiful, interesting, talented, intelligent and fun,” then
wiggles his hand at me like he’s showing me the five things he listed and
continues tapping the same fingers a second time. Great chemistry, kooky,
silly, sexy and easy to talk to. “Who wouldn’t be interested in long term with
a woman like that? In everything you do, you bring color to what would normally
be boring black and white. I can’t stop thinking about this silly red couch or
the vivid paintings that litter your walls or the fact that your dining room
table is bright yellow. Even in the midst of all this