Page 65 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
She looks over at me and opens her mouth. I know exactly what she’s going to do—put me in the hot seat.
There is no way I’m going to let her put me in a position where it appears she has authority over me or is forcing me to make any sort of statement.
So, I immediately start speaking. “I would like to address any rumors that may be circulating. I want to apologize for my behavior in the office yesterday and specifically to Miss Anderson.”
Finley stiffens and turns her gaze directly to me. The fire in her eyes amuses me. She doesn’t like being the victim, and I fully understand that. I’m going to give her an out because I care about her, and this mess is all my making. The whole fake dating arrangement was my idea in the first place.
“My personal life should have stayed precisely that—personal. But I think for the sake of full disclosure?—
Finley cuts me off. “I think, for the sake of full disclosure, everyone here should respect Mr. Davis’s privacy.” Her voice is cool, but firm. “I have a tremendous amount of respect for Mr. Davis as an attorney, and I intend to learn all I can from him before I take the bar exam.”
My eyebrows go up. A whole list of things I can teach her runs through my head, starting with sexual subordination and ending with her taking two cocks at the same time.
I shift in my chair. Fuck. This woman. These next few months are going to be the biggest challenge of my career. Seeing her in the office every day and not touching her is going to be hell.
Especially when she looks at me like that—chin up, challenge in her eyes.
“Excellent,” Charles says. “We can all agree on that point.” He shoves his chair back and stands up. “Let’s take a twenty-minute break and then we can go over our current caseload and what’s on the docket at the courthouse this week.”
Everyone starts to follow suit, getting up, gathering their phones and coffee cups, heading out of the conference room. I hang back, waiting a minute with Finley.
She has her head down, talking in hushed tones to Kyle. When she starts to stand up, I say, “Miss Anderson. A minute, please.”
Kyle looks uncertain if she should leave Finley or not, but Finley nods. “It’s okay, Kyle. Might as well get this over with.”
“I’ll be right outside if you need anything.” Kyle shoots me a glance like I’m the devil brought to life, but then quickly walks away.
I move to the chair next to Finley, bumping her knee under the table. She starts and sits up straighter.
“What would HR say about this?” she asks. “You just got a public scolding.”
“That was an accident. My knee touching you, not the scolding. Mary Grace enjoyed every second of that. I just wanted to tell you that I was going to give you an out and say that you broke up with Evan the night before last. I know you despise being the victim.”
“If that was true, I would have already told everyone that yesterday, and I didn’t. It would have just looked worse if you said that now, because it would clearly be a lie. I can take the heat.”
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, my gaze dropping to her mouth. “This is all my fault. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
“If you say anything dirty right now, you’re officially out of control,” she says, the corner of her mouth turning up slightly. She glances behind her at the open door. “The entire staff is milling around five feet behind us.”
I sit back in my chair because she’s right. I’m playing with fucking fire. Again.
“I suppose it wouldn’t be any smarter to text you my dirty thoughts, would it?” I murmur.
She laughs softly. “No. Not right now. And you have about thirty seconds before this gets inappropriate.”
“Is there anything I can do to make things here in the office better for you?” I ask. “I don’t want this to be any more awkward for you than it already is.”
“I’ve always wanted to toss out ‘How dare you’ to someone. Maybe we can make that happen.”
I chuckle softly. “Only if you call me Mr. Davis. It really fucking turns me on when you sound so formal and pissed off.”
Then I stand up, before I have a rock-solid cock, and I’m stuck behind the conference table for another hour.
Finley also stands up. She starts toward the door. She has followed office convention this morning and is actually wearing her high heels. The sassy little sway of her hips and ass makes my mouth water.
Then she flips her hair over her shoulder, meets me with a sexy stare, and says loudly, “How dare you, Mr. Davis.”
A few people murmur in the hallway.
