Page 27 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
I stare at her, willing her to crack.
She stares back.
I cross my arms over my chest. Her gaze drops to my muscular arms and shoulders and the tip of her tongue sneaks out and moistens her lower lip.
Well, well. Finley isn’t immune to my charms after all.
I shift in closer to her.
She immediately takes a step back. She looks a little flustered, her cheeks flushing.
That’s a fucking victory in my book.
“I didn’t curse him like I did you. Let’s just leave it at that.” She holds out the envelope. “Sign these papers and get them back to the office as soon as possible.”
“What are they?”
“You can read.” She waggled the envelope again. “Take it. I have to go.”
“Do you have plans?”
“Yes, I’m going to Harrison’s for dinner with my family and myboyfriend.”
She way over emphasizes the final word. It almost sounds like she’s making it up. “You don’t have a boyfriend,” I say, partly because it feels like she’s lying and partly because I don’t want it to be true. “Or I would have heard about it.”
“You are such an asshole. It may be shocking to you, but there are men who are willing to date me.”
Shit. Now I’ve offended her all over again without meaning to. “That’s not what I meant.”
“It’s Evan Young, one of the attorneys at the firm, and he’s very happy dating me.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Alawyer?” That doesn’t seem like her type at all. But Evan was good-looking and friendly and about our age. “You’re dating a lawyer?”
“I’m a lawyer! Why the hell wouldn’t I date a lawyer?”
I don’t have an answer for that. Other than that I don’t want her to be dating a lawyer. Which is ridiculous. It’s not like I want to date Finley.
Wait. Do I?
A cold sweat breaks out on my forehead.
No, not date her. Fuck her. I want to fuck Finley Anderson.
That’s what I’ve been feeling all week. That’s why she’s constantly on my mind and invading my thoughts at the worst moments possible.
She’s a sexy little package of sassy insolence, and I want to tame her, see her go soft for me when she comes all over my hard cock.
“We’ve been together for nine months and we have lots and lots of amazing, hot sex. All the sex.”
Now I’m actually jealous.
Because I’m alpha. I’m protective and dominant all at once. I love to worship women and give them everything they want in and out of bed, making their expressions go soft and their eyes roll back in their heads. I fucking love that I’m bigger and stronger and can haul a woman up from under her ass and pound her against a wall while she screams with pleasure. I’m focused and determined, and I always get what I want.
What I want right now is Finley Anderson.
“Yeah?” I ask her, my voice low and growly. “Are you two going to sneak off at family dinner and do dirty things to each other?”
I really don’t understand why, but the thought of her getting fingered under the dinner table by another man only turns me on even more.
