Page 3 of Arranged Scars
Or I could take him up on his not-so-subtle offer. I’m not sure what would happen after that. Sex, probably? I haven’t had sex in… years. Not since my high school boyfriend, and he basically cried afterward, so that wasn’t the best. He said he was afraid of my father finding out, which is fair. Papa would’ve killed him. I mean that literally.
But this is different. Finn’s a grown man. He’s clearly successful. He probably knows what he’s doing. He could show me some things even. He’s older than me, probably ten years at least, which is good. He’s experienced.
I know he’s dangerous, but I’m a sucker for cruel men.
I might even get to keep my job.
Am I seriously considering banging my boss just to keep getting a paycheck?
Oh, god, this is crazy. I should just leave. Any sane girl would just leave, right?
But he’s got such a nice ass and a really good apartment.
Besides, we got the hard part out of the way already. He saw me naked. There’s nothing to hide and nothing to reveal.
I climb out of the water and drip onto the tile. The towel’s right there. I could grab it and go.
I pick it up and hold it against my chest.
Just walk away…
Instead, I pull open the sauna door and step inside.
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CAROLINE
Finn doesn’t look surprised when I quickly sit down on the bench at the far end from him. He’s totally naked, dick leaning against his thigh, and it takes some serious effort not to stare. Instead, I look at his chest, glistening with sweat, and his lips, pulled into a confident and lazy smirk. His eyes are heavy-lidded and his eyelashes are very dark. His eyebrows are thick and not groomed, which I like. He’s a man that takes care of himself, but doesn’t spend too much time obsessing.
“I’m glad you decided to join me,” he says.
“Just for the sauna.” I say it too fast and it makes him smirk more.
“Of course. What else?” He adjusts slightly and his privates are blocked by his leg. Which is good because even though I want to be polite and I’m not even particularly dick-obsessed, it’s still hard not to look at someone’s bits when they’re totally nude.
Finn’s checking me out. He’s not being subtle about it. I’m tempted to cover my breasts, but screw it. What’s the point now? Instead, I lean back and try to get comfortable.
There are six feet between us at most.
“I just want to say that I didn’t intend any harm. I know I shouldn’t have come in here while I was working. I just… couldn’t help myself.”
“I understand. I never use this stuff, if I’m honest.”
“Really?”
“It’s a shame. I’m happy you got some pleasure out of it.”
I shiver lightly. “Still, I shouldn’t have done it.”
“Life’s full of fun rules to break. I’ve broken a fair share of my own. And you weren’t hurting anything. I forgive you, if that makes you feel any better.”
“It’ll make me feel great if my recruiter doesn’t hear about this.”
He laughs like he’s genuinely amused. “I’m not interested in making your life harder. If I wanted you gone, I would’ve told you to go. Don’t worry.”
I relax slightly, which is hard, considering I’m very hot and in a confined space with a gorgeous naked predator.
We lapse into silence for a minute or so. The warmth sinks into my skin. I start to bristle with sweat. This is my favorite part of the sauna, when it just begins. “Can I ask you something?” He nods slightly for me to continue. “What do you do for work? Is that why you’re never here when I’m cleaning?”
