Bet in the Dark (31 page)

             
Ugh. I was one of those girls now.

             
And now I needed to call my parents and tell them how much I loved them. 

             
All thanks to Fin Hunter.

Chapter Fourteen

             
“Do you known what?” Fin interrupted my spreadsheet analysis for the fifth time in an hour.

             
“What?” I asked exasperatedly. Things had gone pretty much back to awkward friendship, which really meant just sizzling sexual tension. I was having a hard enough time concentrating without Fin constantly distracting me.

             
“I think I won the bet the other night.”

             
“Excuse me?” I asked dryly.

             
“Well, we made a bet, and since neither of us backed out, there has to be a winner. I think we’ve established the fact that you are not the winner, as evidenced by the fact that you’re here, working with me now.” He paused as if for dramatic effect.

             
“So you’re telling me you won?”

             
“Well, would you like to admit that you won?” he asked, seeming to choose his words carefully.

             
I thought it over and almost laughed when I realized he trapped me. “And if I did admit that?”

             
“Then obviously you would collect your winnings.”

             
“Which are?”

             
“You are free of the debt,” Fin turned to face me then, his eyes serious and dark.

             
“I didn’t win though, so I can’t be free,” I admitted. It wasn’t even my debt and here I was hanging on to it. Gosh, I was such an idiot. But after everything Fin opened up about I couldn’t just walk away from this money anymore. I was tied to helping Declan as much as he was.

             
“Ok, then I’ll collect my winnings,” Fin’s gaze held me transfixed, his expression so full of want I couldn’t catch my breath.

             
“I thought we agreed that was a bad idea,” I whispered.

             
“It’s just a date, Ellie,” he reminded me gently. “And we agreed that during it we would leave the bet completely out of it.”

             
“Fine,” I puffed out. “You can take me out for my birthday.”

             
“When’s your birthday?” Fin asked, a smile already lighting his face up.

             
“You know I ran high school track, but you don’t know when my birthday is? Tisk, tisk,” I scolded, turning back to my computer.

             
“You’re right, that is an oversight on my part. I guess it was one fact I didn’t commit to memory. I do know that you’re turning twenty-one though. And the only reason I know that is because I don’t usually let minors into my poker games, but it seems for you I was making a lot of exceptions.”

             
“Believe me, I do not thank you for that. Anyway, it’s technically today, but you can have your date tomorrow night. After I’ve had time to mentally process this and dress up for it.”

             
“Sounds good,” he smirked at me. “But how are we going to celebrate your birthday today?”

             
“You’re just trying to get two dates out of me!”

             
“Not true,” he denied but I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye. “Ok, maybe a little true.”

             
I laughed, I couldn’t help myself. Sometimes he was adorable. “Well, I did bring something to share with you….”

             
“Really?” He sounded surprised.

             
I stood up and walked over to my backpack that was sitting on his couch. I dug out the bottle of sake Lennox brought me back from Japan and held it up proudly. His expression grew wicked as he looked over the bottle, recognizing what it was immediately.

             
I brought it over not wanting to drink it alone on my twenty-first birthday, that felt a little lame. And I thought about asking Britte to share it with me back at my apartment, but instead found myself shoving it in my backpack right before I came over here. I didn’t want to examine my motives to carefully. I just wanted to do something fun on my birthday.

             
“Is that sake?” he asked sounding a little impressed.

             
“I guess. Lennox brought it back for me from one of his business trips. He made me promise to drink it on my birthday.”

             
“Ah.” He stood up and walked over to me. I handed him the bottle so he could look over it. “This will be fun.” He was grinning ear to ear, his eyes gleaming devilishly.

             
“Why’s that?” I was suddenly suspicious.

             
“Because you’re going to hate it.”
              He turned around and walked into the kitchen. I followed him already nervous for this. He opened the bottle immediately and then poured a small amount of the clear liquid into two tumblers. Handing me my own glass, he raised it in a toast.

             
“Happy birthday, Ellie,” he smiled down at me and clinked our glasses.

             
“Thank you.” And then we both took a sip.
Holy cow!
I came up sputtering. I was not expecting that burn, or the shocking sweetness.

             
He watched me amused as I struggled through the flavor. “Oh gosh, I’m not sure I like that.”

             
“Sure you do,” he laughed and poured a little more into my glass. “The more you drink, the better it will taste, I promise.”

             
I rolled my eyes at him. “Such sage wisdom. Just as long as you don’t try to get me drunk.”

             
“I have a feeling it wouldn’t take much,” He observed dryly.

             
“Shut it,” I warned and then took a much, much smaller drink.

             
His lips were twitching so I didn’t think he took my warning very seriously. “Ellie Harris, the first person ever that doesn’t want to get drunk on her twenty-first birthday. Have you always been this good of a kid?” he asked and got comfortable leaning up against the counter.

             
I set my glass aside for a moment, cleared a space on the counter and hopped up next to him. We were close, but we weren’t touching so I felt safe enough to relax. Picking up my glass again I took another sip. The burn wasn’t as bad this time, and the warm, sticky sweet taste of the sake went down much easier.

             
“Always,” I finally admitted. From this vantage point I had the rare opportunity to look down at Fin. He usually towered over me, but this was kind of nice. And it was also kind of nice to just be relaxing with him. As far as birthdays went, this one was good. “My parents have always had high expectations for me and I haven’t ever wanted to disappoint them. It’s probably silly, but between them and my brothers I haven’t had a lot of breathing room to be anything but good.”

             
“But they’re not in charge of your life now. Don’t you have any wild oats to sow?” he was smiling at me as if he already knew the answer.

             
I still said, “Not really. I’ve never really wanted to get drunk all the time or sleep around. Mostly I just want independence. More than anything I want for my family to stop hovering so much.”

             
“What about Colton? What was that?” His tone had gone dead, like he hated talking about Colton.

             
“Colton? I don’t know what he was. He was like…. a fluke,” I laughed bitterly. “I guess I wanted something of my own. Something to get me away from my family. We dated a long time but nothing really came out of it. We said ‘I love you’ but neither of us meant it.”

             
“He must have meant something to you, if you dated him for that long,” Fin pressed.

             
I shrugged. I had actually started to wonder that too. If maybe I wasn’t remembering him right because I was hurt over our breakup. We did have a sweet relationship when I was honest with myself and he was a good boyfriend a lot of the time, especially when we were in high school. I wondered if I wanted to remember it worse than it was so I wouldn’t have to hurt. I did know I never loved him. Looking back on the relationship now it just seemed really immature. Our breakup would have been inevitable whether he cheated or not.

             
“Oh, were you guys,” Fin paused to clear his throat, suddenly looking uncomfortable.

             
“Were we what?”

             
He visibly gathered courage before he asked, “Were you uh, sleeping together?”

             
“Oh my gosh! Fin!” I was going to die of embarrassment. What kind of question was that? “You cannot ask me that!”

             
He blushed,
actually blushed
. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, of course you were.”

             
“Please, stop,” I groaned letting my face fall into my hands. “Colton and I were
not
sleeping together. Ok, would you drop it?”

             
“You weren’t?” His head popped up and he looked at me with wide eyes. “You dated him for three years. You
had to
have been sleeping together.”

             
“Ok, stop right there. Before you tarnish my reputation anymore,”  I paused for another itty bitty drink of the sake and then continued. “I told we, we might have said ‘I love you’ but we didn’t love each other. And that’s not something I just give away to anybody. When I finally decide to you know,” I cleared my throat. This was more awkward than when I had the sex talk with
my mom
. “When I finally decide to have sex it will be on my terms, with someone really special. Someone I really do love.”

             
Fin seemed floored by my little speech, “So you haven’t had sex with anybody?”

             
“No! Now can we drop it?”

             
“Yep.”

             
“Why do you look so smug?”

             
“I don’t”

             
“You do.”

             
“You just continue to surprise me, that’s all,” he was still smiling. Bastard.

             
“Surprise you? You mean there isn’t a past partners file in your Ellie Harris dossier?”

             
“I’ve just been waiting for all the facts,” he teased. “Now I can finally update it.”

             
I rolled my eyes while he poured more sake into our glasses. I was starting to feel different and knew I needed to slow down. I drank alcohol before, so it wasn’t like I didn’t know what to expect. My parents always let us drink wine and champagne on major holidays, but I had never been drunk before. My blood felt very heated, my body completely relaxed. I was starting to imagine all kinds of scenarios with Fin and kissing and this countertop…. I definitely needed to slow down.

             
“What about you?” I asked, ready to get more of my Fin Hunter questions answered.

             
“We are
not
talking about my sex life.”

             
I chuckled. “That is not what I meant. I would rather not have an updated file on your past partners. I meant, why are you so good? Where are your wild oats?”

             
“What makes you think I’m good? I run an illegal online gambling site, before y-“ he seemed to think better of whatever he was going to say because he cleared his throat and then continued, “Before a few weeks ago I didn’t exactly treat women with respect and we started out getting to know each other by you being terrified of me because I forced my way into your apartment and demanded a large sum of money. Why would you ever think I’m good?”

             
“Because you’re not any of those things,” I answered simply. “Ok, maybe you were scary at first, but you’re not anymore.”

             
“You don’t think I’m scary? I think I figured out why I don’t have my money yet.”

             
I shot him my most charming smile and took another drink. “No way, I don’t even think you’re trying anymore. Declan alone would be enough for me to think you’re amazing, but then there’s the grandma that you take care of. The track scholarship I know now was the only way for you to go to school and you picked a school close to home. Plus, these poker games are illegal but they’re fair and you make me do tedious research so you’re not ripping anybody off or allowing people to play that really shouldn’t be. And, you’ve always been a gentleman with me.”