Page 46 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
CHAPTER 12
Finley
Walking backto the office with Tucker, I’m not really sure what to feel.
I think I am starting to like him.
Dammit. I had vowed to hate this guy for the rest of my life. He’s making thatverydifficult.
He walks on the outside closest to the curb, holds the door to the office building open for me, and holds the elevator, his hand hovering over my lower back as I step onto it in front of him. He doesn’t touch me, but there’s theimpressionof him touching me. Almost protecting me. My body is humming with the almost-touches.
The asshole.
I don’t want to like him. And I don’t want to be attracted to him. But that second thing is more difficult than the first to resist.
His hands are huge. All of him is huge. I’m pretty sure that’s something most people notice about him, but I can’t seem to stop thinking about it.
After sex with Evan last night, shouldn’t I belesshorny? I should definitely be less horny. Evan fucked me three times,resulting in four orgasms. And that’s not including the orgasm he gave me before he fucked me. The guy gave mefiveorgasms last night. I should be tired. Absolutely satiated. Sex should be the last thing on my mind.
But as I watch Tucker’s big, thick finger press the button on the elevator, I feel tingles.
Holy shit, that is pathetic.
Thankfully, all thoughts of Tucker’s fingers and other big parts are obliterated the minute we step off the elevator onto the floor for Banks, Anderson, Banks, and Davis.
Everyone is standing around in little groups, whispering and talking. Kyle makes a beeline for me.
“What’s going on?”
“Mary Grace fired Evan.”
My heart drops to my stomach. “What?” Why do I feel like this is about me? Oh, because Mary Grace hates me.
“He didn’t call you?” Kyle asks.
I fumble in my pocket for my phone, just now realizing that I haven’t looked at it once while I was with Tucker. “I don’t know.” Fuck, there is a missed call from Evan.
“What happened?” I ask Kyle. Maybe I can get a quick summary before I talk to him.
She looks up at Tucker, then reaches out to squeeze my arm, her eyes sympathetic. “I’m really sorry, Finley.”
I frown. “What do you mean?” Why does she look like she feels sorryfor me?
“Mary Grace went to talk to Christopher about something and she found him and Evan…kissing.”
I freeze.
Oh. Shit. That is really bad.
It’s also really bad that my first thought after that isI wish I’d been the one that had walked in on that.
No, seriously, I really wish I’d been able to walk in on that.
For one, Evan wouldn’t be fired right now if it had been me and not Mary Grace. But also that would’ve been hot as hell to see. And we could’ve made that into a little bit of threesome fun.
Evan tormented me all night with ideas about what he and Christopher could do to me together, and I gave it right back to him. Evan, it turns out, would very much love to be in the middle of a Finley and Christopher sandwich.
I school my features and shake my head.Evan got fired—pull yourself together.“Are you sure?” I ask Kyle. “That seems…” I’m not sure how to finish that sentence.
