Page 14 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
Finley rolls her eyes. “Look, here comes Fiona.”
A tall blonde with a perky smile comes over to our table wearing a pastry apron. “Hey, sis, who’s your friend?” Fiona puts her hand on the back of Finley’s chair and gives me a sweeping once-over.
She’s beautiful. There’s no question about it.
But at first glance she doesn’t have Finley’s snark or sass orbrattiness.
“This is Evan, aka Pretty Boy. He’s a suit from the office.”
Fiona shoots her sister a look of reprimand. “Jesus, Finley.” She smiles at me brightly and puts her hand out. “I’m Fiona. It’s nice to meet you. I hope you’re at least billing this dinner given Finley’s attitude.”
Okay, so a little snark. More like entry-level snarkiness.
“It’s a pleasure,” I say, taking her hand to shake. “I hear rumors you make a mean eclair. I’m dying to try one.”
“Some rumors are true.” She drops my hand and looks at the martini at Finley’s lips. “Make sure you at least order some apps. And take a car service home since you’re drinking.”
“See?” Finley tells me. “Mother material.”
“I’m allowed to look after you,” Fiona protests.
“I lived in New York for ten years without incident. I can handle a one-martini-dinner at a restaurant where I know half the staff. Oh, and that my brother owns.”
“Your brother owns Raw?” I ask. Somehow I missed that.
“Yes, Ford,” Fiona says. “Our older brother. He’s not here tonight, but Harrison is.”
She says that as if I should know who Harrison is. I don’t ask. I just sip my bourbon.
“Evan wants to ask you out,” Finley says.
I choke for the second time. I shake my head and cough. “Finley. Fuck.”
“That’s a very familiar tone to use when talking to my sister,” Fiona says sympathetically. “She likes to put her foot in her mouth.”
“Better than up your ass,” Finley says in a sing-song voice.
“Oh my God.” Fiona flips her sister’s hair off of her shoulder in a gesture of familiarity and amusement. “You’re impossible.” She turns to me. “So is this true or just another rumor?”
I clear my throat. “I actually asked Finley out, but she’s trying to convince me you’re a better fit for me than she is.”
“Ah. Considering we’ve never met, that does seem more likely. For the record, I would be flattered, but Finley’s sour expression lets me know she isn’t being sincere. She wants to say yes to you but doesn’t think she should, for whatever reason. She’s using me as a shield.”
“Bite me,” Finley says to her sister.
Fiona just laughs. “I’ll leave you two to your cocktails. I’ll have eclairs sent out. Can you make sure she gets home safe, Evan?”
“Of course.”
“Nice to meet you. See you later, Fin.”
Finley doesn’t say anything, just wrinkles her nose and drains her martini.
Once Fiona is gone, she mutters, “That was annoying.”
“She seems nice.”
“She seems annoying.”
