With Love

Chapter Thirty-Two

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Finn and I stood across from each other, staring the other down. "No," I said with finality, refusing to budge.

His eyes squinted. "Yes. You can't do it." We had been arguing for ten minutes, much to the enjoyment of two individuals watching quietly from the shadows.

"Yes I can, just don't tell me where it is," I tried explaining for the fifth time since we stepped outside the manor.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you do it, then it ruins the entire thing," he retorted, throwing his free arm in the air.

I placed a hand on the cool metal in front of me and leaned forward, glaring at him with a blank expression I save for intimidation purposes that usually included my knife...or a gun. "Finn," I began slowly, my voice low, "you are not driving and that is final."

Finn clenched his fingers, trying to control his irritation. "Ana, if you drive, I might as well spoil the entire idea."

"Then I guess we're walking because you are not getting behind a wheel while I am in the car," I argued, folding my arms across my chest stubbornly. Finn sighed, his head drooping low. "Or, we could always ask them to drive us as I suggested minutes ago," I pointed to the two shadows where Harvey and Lorenzo stood quietly, enjoying the show.

"I can drive," Finn defended himself.

I closed my eyes, calming myself before looking back at him. "Baby, you're great at a lot of things but driving is not one of them," I said slowly, my fingers directly gesturing to the small dent in my Mercedes that he drove when we went out for fast food a while ago. He's lucky I didn't skin him alive for that.

Finn threw his hands in the air. "Fine! They drive then," he conceded, marching over to the SUV doors.

Harvey and Lorenzo silently made their way to the front seats. With a small smile of victory at the idea of saving my own life and the life of other drivers, I made my way to the SUV. Finn opened the door for me, a pout on his lips before walking around the back and climbing into the other side.

I bit my lip and grabbed his black tie, yanking him closer to me and kissing him. His hands automatically gripped the back of my head, careful not to touch the delicate updo I had spent more than twenty minutes creating, and licked my bottom lip before slipping his tongue into my mouth.

My head angled to the side, deepening the kiss, my fingers tightening on his tie while we ignored the engine roaring to life thanks to the two men sitting directly in front of us, pretending we didn't exist and vice versa.

Finn pulled away when a moan escaped from the back of my throat, his eyes darting to the front for a second before he peppered little kisses across my lips. "I can't believe you think I'm a bad driver."

I grinned, accepting every little kiss he offered, speaking between each one. "You're a shitty driver who needs their license taken away and I will not apologize for saying it," I answered, kissing him once more, a little longer than wanted but I could barely control myself around him anymore.

"I would never expect you to apologize for being you but you're a bitch for saying it," he whispered and I laughed loudly, using my thumb to wipe the dark purple lipstick smudges off him.

After getting comfortable in my seat, I glanced back over at him. "So what fancy dinner restaurant are we going to that we absolutely had to dress up for?" I asked teasingly, seductively dragging a hand over the satin material of my black floor-length dress that showed a considerable amount of leg due to the structure of it. I loved wearing couture.