Irish Luck

Chapter Seven

Stasia

I know full well that I'm playing with fire and stripping my vest off in front of Finn was probably a bit of a tease on my behalf but then I saw the way he was looking at me, the way his eyes darkened and it was literally impossible to miss the bulge in his pants. He liked what he saw and I enjoyed the way he looked at me.

Just because I'm stuck in this goddam place doesn't mean I can't actually have some fun.

Once I've changed me and Finn leave the room I've been staying in and it's the first time I've actually seen the rest of the penthouse and I'm really completely amazed at the sheer sight of it. The place is huge it seems to span the whole size of whatever building we're in. I know I'm looking around with my mouth hanging but I can't even attempt to stop myself. I grew up in houses like this so I know I shouldn't be amazed like this but I guess living in a dingy studio flat has made me forget what living with real money was like.

Finn grabs my hand and pulls me along into the kitchen which again is huge, unnecessarily huge I can't fathom why they'd even need this much space.

"Beer? Wine? Vodka? What's your poison Stassie?" He asks me with quite possibly the cheekiest smile I have ever seen in my life.

It actually stops me in my tracks slightly and I'm a little speechless for a moment, only really gathering my senses when I notice that he's staring at me expectantly.

"Tequila?" I ask with a smirk and Finn instantly smirks back.

"We're gonna be best friends I just know it" he says cheerfully and drops my hand to head towards a cupboard.

Reaching in he then pulls out a bottle of tequila and hold it up triumphantly. "Uh ha!"

Grabbing my hand again he pulls me along out of the kitchen towards the lift.

"Where are we going?" I ask

"The roof" again that cheeky smile is back and I don't bother to query any further. 

We stand in the lift together in silence as it goes up, but it's not awkward. It's more like there's this invisible charge following between us that neither of us are willing to comment on just get. 

As the doors open my mouth falls open yet again as I take in the surroundings. We step out of the lift into a roof top garden that gleams against the back drop of the city around us. We're so high up above everything else and due to the chill in the air there's steam coming from the pool that easily spans the majority of the length of the roof. 

There's seating areas with firepits, a bar and even what looks like a dancefloor. Again I'm amazed and speechless. 

"Wow" it's the only word I can manage to form as I continue to look around. 

"Impressive right" Finn says taking tugging me along towards the pool. "And it's all ours" he then says with a smile and I take it he means that we'll be all alone up here. 

I'm well aware that drinking and being half naked with him probably isn't going to be the best idea but I easily push that thought to the back of my head. 

Once we're next to the pool he places the bottle down and starts to strip out of his clothes, his T shirt first and I'm instantly mesmerised by the detailing of all of his tattoos that cover the whole of his body. There isn't a spec of space on his torso or arm, I'm so busy looking at them all I almost don't acknowledge his defined muscles but once I do I take full advantage ogling them.

I mean who wouldn't take a good look and well the moment he strips his jeans off I don't even attempt to pry my eyes away from the very obvious bulge in his boxers that's almost terrifyingly big.