Page 68 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
I already know her that well.
But Christopher isn’t going to make it that easy for her.
I don’t know that my boyfriend wants to make this something serious or long-term, but he’s going to treat her very well. Not just physically. He’s going to make her feel special and cared for. He can’t help that.
So, he sent a luxurious town car to pick her up at her sisters’ house to bring her to his place. There’s champagne in the back, some chocolates, and flowers. The whole nine yards. She’ll have no doubt about what tonight will look like by the time she arrives on his doorstep.
“She won’t just refuse to get in the car, will she?” he asks, as he paces across the room and refills his tumbler with scotch.
I hadn’t actually thought of that but… “I suppose that’s a possibility.” Anything is possible with Finley. “But I know she wants this, Christopher.”
He sighs. “But the romance will be too much.”
I am sitting in one of the armchairs in his living room. This is the first time I’ve been to Christopher‘s place, and I’m pleasantly surprised by what I’ve found in his historic three-story home.
It’s cozy. The house has hardwood floors throughout, original crown moldings, and beautifully preserved cabinets and bookcases. It’s filled with period-appropriate furniture in sophisticated, muted colors, and there’s artwork on the walls. Books fill the shelves, and they aren’t just decorative. There are a variety of sizes and bindings and genres. They seem to be books he’s actually read or wants to. He even has photographs. Of his family, of scenery, of vacations.
I had expected a more sparsely furnished space. Or less color. Or less personality. Something. I know Christopher doesn’t cook and doesn’t spend much time at home. He goes out for most of his meals and spends long hours in the office. Still, his house feels like a home. Empty of people, but still full of things he clearly likes.
“I don’t think it’s that she doesn’t like romance,” I comment. “I think it’s possible she hasn’t been sincerely romanced by too many men, though. And she won’t feel that this is sincere. It’s short term. She’ll think it’s sex only.”
Christopher settles on the arm of the sofa across from me. “Is this superficial?”
I’m not going to lie to him. We’ve started a relationship. One that I hope lasts for a very long time. That means we need honesty and openness. “No. I like her. A lot. I respect her. I enjoy my time with her even when we have our clothes on. And there’s something about her that makes me want to…” I trail off, not quite sure what words to use.
“Take care of her. Make her feel special.”
I watch him carefully as I ask, “Are we talking about how I feel or how you feel?”
“Yes.”
Interesting. “You have feelings for her. Other than attraction.”
He nods. “I think some of it is how she is around you. The fact that we both care about you gives us something important in common.”
“You think she cares about me?”
“I do. And I like that about her a lot. But there’s also something about her, something that makes me want to make tonight more than just sex.”
“Why?” I ask, truly curious. “Do you think this will be more than one night?”
“I hope so.”
“Tonight hasn’t even started and you want more?” I’m glad he’s saying this. I feel the same way.
“Yes. Do you think that’s going to be a problem?”
His doorbell rings and my heart thumps hard. I nod. “She’s as stubborn as she is beautiful.”
Christopher tosses back the rest of his scotch and gets to his feet, heading for the door. “And she’s really fucking beautiful.”
Exactly.
“You sent a car?” Are the first words I hear from Finley when Christopher opens the door. “Do you know how hard that was to explain to my sisters?”
“Your sisters were at work. No one saw you get in the car,” Christopher says calmly.
“Well, the neighbors did. And they’ll definitely say something to my sisters about it. I’ve broken up with Evan. Or rather, he dumped me for you. How am I supposed to explain a fancy black car pulling up at my curb to pick me up on a Friday night?”
