Page 41 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
We’ve just finishedan associates meeting, and I’m hanging back in the conference room watching Finley and Evan, who also seem to be hanging back. As per usual in these morning meetings, people are milling around the conference table in pairs or threes, chatting before they go to start their day, slowly filtering out of the room, stalling getting back to their desks. Except for Evan. He’s usually the first one out of the room and back to work.
Not today. Finley and Evan are in the far corner, just the two of them, taking their sweet time.
He leans over and says something to her, his mouth close to her ear, and the girl who scowls and rolls her eyes more than she does almost anything else, tips her head back and laughs.
The sight grabs me low in the gut.
She’s fucking beautiful when she laughs. Her long dark hair is gathered in a low ponytail today, and when she tips her head back like that, the long tresses skim her lower back.
For a second, a flash of an image flickers through my mind, of that ponytail wrapped around my fist, her head tipped back, my mouth against the front of her throat.
About where Evan’s mouth is hovering.
They are just talking, though. He’s not kissing her. Not doing anything inappropriate.
Or are they?
Finley is looking up at him with what I would almost call affection. And a little bit of eye-fucking.
And I suddenly know exactly what is going on.
Or what has gone on between the two of them.
They’ve fucked.
That’s the change in the air between them. How they’re suddenly so comfortable in each other’s personal space. The reason they’re looking at each other as if they’re picturing the other naked.
Because they are.
I’m still sitting in the leather chair at the head of the conference table. I’m not even sure they’re aware I’m still in the room.
Or maybe they are. Maybe they’re completely aware that I’m watching them. Maybe they like it. Maybe they’re putting on a show for me.
That’s almost how this seems.
Especially when Evan’s hand rests on her waist low enough that it’s almost on the curve of her ass and she lifts up on tiptoe to say something into his ear, their cheeks brushing against one another.
Okay, so they’ve come out to the partners that they’re dating. There’s no problem with the rest of the office knowing it if Charles and Mary Grace know it.
They’re certainly not hiding that they’re fond of one another.
But that is what is probably most interesting. This doesn’t seem to be an act. Their fondness seems very genuine.
I clear my throat.
They both look over at me. But they don’t pull apart.
And Finley gives me a little knowing smile.
That little brat.
Yeah, they were aware that I was still here. And at least some of that seems to have been for my benefit.
“Evan, I need to see you in my office,” I say.
“Okay. When?”
I push back from the table and stand. “Right now.” My eyes go to Finley. “Alone.”
