Chapter 28 Gianna
TWENTY-EIGHT
GIANNA
Once Gianna’s outfit was on and her hair was curled, she walked out into the living room where Finn was waiting.
Her breath caught in her throat seeing him adorning a suit for the first time in so long.
He looked damn good in it too. It was a stark contrast to the typical jeans and T-shirt look he usually wore.
To be honest, she couldn’t decide on which one she preferred more—the effortlessly careless look or the impeccably handsome businessman one.
Finn walked over to her in an instant, like a moth to a flame. His eyes trailed over her body covering every inch in his heated gaze. She felt feverish being around him and it only got worse when his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
“You look like a fucking Goddess,” he said, his voice laced with devotion. “Perfect enough to worship.”
Her breath hitched in her throat, while her brain was unable to form any real words. She remembered him mentioning that word before—worship. Finn had mentioned on the night of her breakdown that she would know when someone worshipped the ground she walked on.
“You would worship me?” she asked.
“On my knees with my whole being, princess.”
Gianna couldn’t resist wrapping her arms around him, pulling him in for a kiss that showed him just how much she wanted that devotion, that worship. She was lost in the wave that was Finn Kingsley, the push and pull of his force that had made the largest indent in her life.
She pulled away when she felt herself needing air, lightheaded and dizzy. He leaned his forehead against hers, taking in a deep breath.
“We need to get out of this fucking room before I rip this dress off of you,” he said, his lips tilting up in a smirk.
“This dress is too nice to be manhandled like that,” she said, grinning when he growled and pinched her ass.
“You could be wearing pure gold or a sheet of crystals, and I would still tear it apart to get to you.”
“So archaic.”
“Yet you seem to love it.”
With one last kiss, he was pulling her out the door, but the words were stuck in her head. Shit, did she love it? The side of him that lost control. She enjoyed it, of course. Loving it though? That seemed intense. Like perhaps another level she wasn’t yet prepared to enter.
She desperately tried to clear her mind, trying to stay in the moment instead of letting her mind wander to other places that would ultimately only stress her out. When they got down to the lobby, she was able to ground herself in the moment.
Finn’s hand squeezing hers also helped.
They got into the car that had a driver this time, traveling a short distance to the restaurant.
The sun was now setting, painting the city in a warm glow of bright oranges and yellows.
There were even small specs of pink and purple in the sky that blended with the clouds, which put a smile on her face.
It was a beautiful night, that was for sure.
They arrived at a modern Asian restaurant, one that Gianna had never been to before but heard amazing things about.
Finn kept his hand on the small of her back the entire time, walking her in and allowing the hostess to lead them to the private room at the back of the establishment.
The warm lighting from the flower-inspired chandelier created a romantic ambience that was only further enhanced by the red velvet chairs.
The space was quiet from the rest of the restaurant’s chatter, leaving them in their own world.
He pulled out the chair for her, letting her sit before he pushed it back in. Instead of taking the seat across from her, he pulled the chair up right beside her, scooting until his thigh touched hers and his arm brushed along hers every time he moved.
“Could you have gotten any closer?” she asked, stifling her laugh.
“Without you sitting on my lap, doubtful.” Finn picked up the menu, scanning over it. “What would you recommend here?”
“You’ve never been here?” Gianna asked, confused. “You picked it out.”
“I knew you liked Asian-inspired food, so I wanted to go somewhere you’ve never been,” he said. “What do you think we should get?”
She looked at the menu herself, her mouth instantly watering. “They seem to do a variety of different East Asian popular dishes, so let’s just order a little bit of everything.”
“That’s perfect.”
As soon as the waiter came in, they ordered their drinks: a Mojito for Gianna and an Old Fashioned for Finn. Ordering the amount of food that they did felt ridiculous, but she was starving. She hadn’t eaten since before practice, and she was used to having a meal afterwards.
“Are you going to tell me what you have planned for afterwards?” Gianna asked. “Or are you going to remain cryptic and pretend like you can’t tell me?”
“Have you always been this complicated with surprises or is this something new?” Finn asked, leaning back in his chair and throwing his arm around the back of hers.
“Don’t answer my question with a question.”
He groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “I have plenty planned for tonight, but I don’t want to reveal them.”
The waiter came in with their drinks, leaving them at the table and promising that their food would be out soon before walking back out. Gianna took a sip of hers, relishing in the cold minty taste drifting down her throat.
“Can I get a hint?”
“Sure, your hint is that I’m not going to tell you anything.”
She frowned. “Ass.”
“My princess is turning into a brat. Don’t make me have to punish you, Gianna. I think I would enjoy that too much.”
A jolt of curiosity mixed with annoyance rushed through her. “Punish me? And tell me, what would that entail?” Her voice was full of sarcasm, but it stopped when his eyes turned darker.
Finn leaned in. “How about I lean you over my knee and spank that perfect ass of yours?”
Goosebumps erupted over her skin. Her tongue darted out to lick her suddenly very dry lips, and his eyes followed the movement like a hawk. “That’s fucked up.”
“Really? I think you might like it. I think you might be getting wet at the thought of it right now,” Finn said.
Gianna clenched her jaw. He was right. She could feel the tightening in her core at the thought of his calloused hands running over her ass, spanking her repeatedly before he fucked her into oblivion.
She turned away from him, grabbing her drink and taking a long sip. “You’re wrong.”
Finn shrugged. “Maybe I am.” His lips met her ear, licking it before whispering, “Or maybe that’s one of your surprises tonight. Who knows?”
Before she could say anything else, the waiter was walking in with plates of food and Finn pulled away.
Gianna was hot and bothered, fucking starving while the man next to her looked completely unbothered.
She still couldn’t understand how he managed to have this much of an effect on her.
Without a second thought, she shoved a potsticker in her mouth.
“Where are we going now?” Gianna asked.
They were back in the car now, driving somewhere unknown. She was thoroughly stuffed and a little bit tipsy, but nothing extreme. They had managed to have a normal conversation after the whole spanking fiasco, which Gianna was thankful for, but now they were headed to a mystery place.
Finn gripped her thigh the entire way as he sat impossibly close to her. Honestly, she enjoyed having his warmth as the brisk dusk emerged.
“We’re almost there,” he said, looking out the window.
And sure enough, they were pulling up to a club. One that her brother and Dante always went to and had crazy stories from that they would giggle with each other about but would never let her or the girls go to. All Dante would say is, “You couldn’t handle it, Barbie.”
And it pissed her off.
But now they were here, just like nothing. Gianna turned to Finn, her eyes wide. “Are we allowed to be here?” she asked.
“You know what this is?” he asked, surprised.
“I’ve heard of it, and me and the girls always wanted to go. Apparently, it’s some really hot club or something, but we were never allowed to just come here,” Gianna said.
He laughed, shaking his head. “Princess, this isn’t just a club.”
“What is it then?”
“It’s exclusive. The people who come here are high rank rich assholes. They come here to hide away and do the shit they couldn’t do in public.”
“This is a sex club?”
“Some nights it is,” he said. “Not tonight. There’s a fight here tonight.”
“So we’re here to watch a fight?” she asked. “That’s all?”
“My, my, does little Gianna want to go to a sex club?”
“I don’t share,” she said. She fluttered her eyelashes innocently. “Unless you do?”
His hand tightened on her thigh. “Not a fucking chance in hell.”
He got out of the car, exiting and going to the other side to open her door for her.
“So, you’re not fighting tonight?” she asked, walking into the building with him.
“Not tonight. I enjoy watching it too.”
All he had to do was flash his ID and they were letting them inside, leading him up into some private suite upstairs that would be looking down at the ring.
Gianna didn’t recognize anyone downstairs, but she still preferred to be hidden upstairs.
The suite came with a fully stocked bar and all sorts of snacks.
There were couches inside where they could sit and watch the fight, but there was also a balcony area with chairs set out where they could hang on the railing and cheer with the others.
A waiter was also assigned to them while they were there, all they had to do was press a button on the wall and they would appear.
The ring here was significantly bigger than the one at the arena where Fight Night usually took place.
It was a pristine white and covered a larger portion of the building.
Nearly every seat in the room was filled, and from the balcony, Gianna could see that the other suites also held groups of guests.
All were dressed in suits and fancy dresses, despite how violent the event was.