Page 82 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
I grin. “Okay.”
“Really?”
“Sure. Great idea.” I fucking love the smile she gives me. I’ll make all of my wealthy clients give money to charity if Finley will look at me with respect and like I’m a little bit of a hero. I hand the file back to her. “Write up all the things that he needs to do. Anything you think.”
Her eyes widen. “Really? I can lay out what he should do to get in compliance and stop being such a scumbag?”
“Well, I wouldn’t include things like not cheating on his wife, but in the framework of the environmental protections on this project, yes,” I tell her with a grin. “My influence is probably limited to his work. Unfortunately.”
Her eyes have narrowed again. “Is he cheating on his wife?”
I’m sure that Finley would send his wife an anonymous email if she knew that. And she wouldn’t bewrongto do so exactly. “I actually don’t have any proof of that. Let’s just say I wouldn’t be surprised.”
She takes the file back. “Why can’t all men be awesome like you and Evan? It’s not really that hard to be a good guy, is it?”
Perfect opening. “I guess maybe we’re more of a rare breed than I thought.”
She nods. “You really are.”
I rise and round my desk to stand in front of her. “We’ve been thinking about you. Talking about you. You’re a rare breed too.”
She wets her lips. “Thank you. You two make me feel that way.”
Perfect. “I’m so glad.”
She just gazes up at me as she takes a deep breath.
“Come over tonight. We’ve missed you. We had such an amazing time last weekend. We want to do it again.”
Emotions flicker through her gaze. Her eyes drop to my mouth, then come back up to meet mine again.
“But if you don’t want to do everything from last weekend, just come for dinner,” I say. “We just want to see you. Talk to you. Evan misses you and is jealous that I get to see you every day.”
“I miss him too.”
“Then come over.”
She takes a deep breath. “I can’t. I have a date tonight.”
Surprise and jealousy hit me at the same time. Much harder than I expected, the jealousy in particular.
“Oh,” I say. “I didn’t realize you were dating.”
She shrugs. “I’m not. Exactly. I’m going out with Tucker tonight.”
“Tucker Hastings?” Now my jealousy is even stronger. She and Tucker have history. And Tucker is a very good-looking guy.
“Yes.” She rolls her eyes. “I shouldn’t. I’ll probably regret it. But since he’s not a client anymore, I figured there wasn’t a good excuse to say no. And we kind of made a deal. It’s a long story.”
“Tucker is a good guy.”
“Debatable.”
I don’t believe that she’s actuallyworriedabout going out with Tucker. But I still say, “If you have any trouble, you can call. You know that, I hope.”
Her face softens. “Really?”
I lift my hand and cup her cheek. “Of course. Anytime, Finley.”
