Page 128 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
“I’d be happier if you put your other eyelash on. You’re freaking me out with just one eye done.”
“I’d be happier if I had a single decent thing to wear.”
“I’m sure Hunter likes you best naked,” I tell Frannie.
My sweet sister blushes. She actually blushes.
That makes me grin. “Just pick a sweater at random and go get him, girl.”
“What time is it, anyway?” Fiona asks, stopping dancing to go look at her phone. “Oh, damn, it’s almost seven! I’m supposed to meet Kyle at seven-thirty.”
“Shoot, I’m late too!” Frannie grabs a sweater and yanks it on over her head. “Hunter will be here any minute.”
“I need to go too. Thanks for letting me borrow your car, Frannie.” Since I’m dressed and ready to go, I blow them both kisses and dash for the door.
“Keys are in the kitchen,” Frannie says. “Have fun.”
“I plan to have three men doing dirty things to me, so yes, I will have fun.”
Evan has all but moved into Christopher’s place, or at least is spending a lot of time there, so we’re meeting there tonight. Tucker was on the other side of town, so he’s going straight to Christopher’s instead of coming all the way back to Honeysuckle Harbor.
I haven’t seen Tucker and Evan since the morning after our night together, and I’m anxious to be with them. Seeing Christopher at work is great, but torturous at the same time.
Having to pretend like we haven’t been naked together is hugely distracting, but at the same time, I enjoy our developing friendship and the mentorship he provides me at work.
Of course, I’ve gotten texts from Tucker and Evan, but I’m excited to see them both. Together. All of us.
After the short drive, I park and pick up my phone. I have separate texts from all three of them wondering where I am because I’m three minutes late.
It’s very sweet.
But we also need to talk about starting a group text thread because I don’t plan on repeating myself three times all the time.
Since the texts are only minutes old, I ignore them and instead go up the walkway and knock on the door. Then, I decide to check the knob to see if the door is unlocked because that seems like something Christopher would do—unlock the door for me so I don’t have to stand on the stoop waiting for him.
I’m right. The door is unlocked.
The minute I step into the house, smiling in anticipation, I pause in the middle of closing the door behind me.
The guys are sitting in the living room just a few feet away, and their body language is off. All have serious expressions on their faces and have stern postures.
“Either I’m getting fired or Tucker is getting sued again.” I mean it as a joke, but no one laughs. “Seriously, what’s up?”
“We’re just sorting things out,” Christopher says, standing up.
“Sorting out what?” I let him kiss my cheek, but now I’m suspicious.
“We’ve made up a contract for our relationship.”
My jaw just about drops to the floor. “Excuse me? You’d better not be serious.”
CHAPTER 33
Christopher
Uh-oh.Finley looks annoyed.
This is not the reaction I was expecting twenty seconds after her walking through my front door.
