Page 61 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
“I mean…yeah. From the outside, it seems really messy, don’t you think? My boyfriend is now involved with our boss? He cheated on me. The whole office knows. But they’re going to have an ongoing relationship, and I’m going to leave…” I sigh. “Messy.”
He nods. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. The mess isn’t real.”
“But we’re the only ones who know that. You’ve still got a few months where the office, and your family, think it is.”
Yeah, that kind of sucks. I shrug. “I’m used to it.” That’s true. My family has always thought I’m a bit chaotic. Or a lot chaotic. And work is starting to believe that.
Evan reaches for me, cups my elbow, and pulls me in. He wraps his arm around me, hugging me against his chest.
I let him.
Because it feels really good to be hugged. It felt good to be hugged by my sisters, but this feels even better. Because it feels good to be with someone who knows the truth, who knows that I didn’t actually make this mess, that I haven’t screwed up.
And hey, he’s not wearing a shirt, and I like being against Evan for physical reasons too.
“I’m still sorry,” he says against the top of my head. “I don’t like that you’re not feeling good. I’m sorry we put you in this situation where you have to deal with fall-out. No matter if you’re ‘used to it’ or not.”
I snuggle into his chest. “It’s not your fault that you’re so irresistible that Christopher couldn’t help but kiss you in the office. I don’t blame him a bit.”
He chuckles, and the low rumble against my ear makes me feel warm.
“Thanks.” I feel him kiss the top of my head. “How about French toast?” he asks. “Will that help a little?”
“Oh no, I’m—” I start. Then, his question really sinks in. I pull back and look up at him. “French toast?”
“Yep. Real maple syrup or strawberries and whipped cream.”
“Oh my God, yes.” I say, pushing away from him and heading through the door. “Both. Please. Thank you.”
He chuckles and follows me into the kitchen.
It smells incredible in here. “I love breakfast food.” I pick up a piece of bacon and take a bite. “How is it that coffee and French toast and bacon evensmelllike they go together? I mean, it’s just—” I turn and stop with the bacon halfway back to my mouth.
Christopher has just walked into the room.
Also shirtless.
He’s wearing gray sweatpants and no shoes. His hair is mussed, and he hasn’t shaved yet, so he’s got dark stubble dusting his jaw and cheeks and…just, holy fuck. He’s so hot. He’s always handsome. In a suit, he’s ‘yes, sir’ hot. But now he looks like just a regular guy, and yeah, I feel tingles all over.
Good thing I’ve gotten over feeling weird about being incredibly attracted to three men at once. Because there’s no denying the way my body reacts to Christopher’s bare chest.
“Morning, Finley,” mybosssays as he crosses to the coffee pot.
I look at Evan. He looks very smug.
Now it makes sense why he made a big breakfast.
It isn’t for me.
And now that I really study him, he also looksverywell fucked.
I lean back against the counter and take a big bite of bacon, chewing as I ogle the half-naked Christopher.
Damn, that’s a nice view. He’s bulkier than Evan but leaner than Tucker, and I realize I don’t really have a type. These men are all completely doable for me.
And suddenly I have a flash of all three of them here with me, shirtless, looking at me like I’m a piece of bacon wrapped around a piece of French toast. I shiver with a sudden hit of lust.
