Page 6 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
Whoa, boy.
Cum slut indeed.
I bit my lip again, this time so I don’t grin.
“Is it hot in here?” I ask. “Or is that just the lingering latte steam?”
Christopher’s hand falls off Evan. “What? It’s actually cold for us for late February. Your blood must have thinned in New York.”
A masterful redirect. I give him credit for trying to hide that he is either fucking or wants to be fucking his staff attorney.
I’d love to be a fly on the wall for that “meeting.” Going over briefs takes on a whole new meaning because these two would make a very hot naked pairing, no doubt about it.
“I’d be happy to help you study, Finley,” Evan says. “We could go to dinner tonight and get to know each other and see where you’re at.”
“Tonight?” Christopher almost sputters. “I thought you were going to go to that, um, event we spoke about.”
Evan looks confused. Did they have plans together for tonight? Am I being pressed into acting as an unwitting cockblock? Do I need to save Evan from the unwanted advances of a senior partner? Or have I been watching too much reality TV that I think there’s an undertone here?
They’re staring at each other, and they’re clearly not understanding each other. The silent communication is failing, and I’m not sure what in the hell I’m supposed to do here. Christopher’s nostrils flare.
Definite undertone.
I blink again. “I…”
I don’t know what to say. It’s not like I have plans. Fiona has to work, and Frannie has a date with her FBI agent lover. She hates when I call him her lover, so I make sure to do it on the regular.
Do I want to go to dinner with Evan?
Maybe. If only out of curiosity. I literally have to know what is going on between these two.
Also, do I need to study?
Yes. I have to pass the bar in July or suffer eternal humiliation.
My father’s warning is also ringing in my ears.
You have to do well, Finley. I went to bat with Mary Grace over this.
Which means he truly loves me to come out of retirement to battle Nurse Ratchet on my behalf.
I don’t want to let Dad or myself down.
“Sure, Evan, that sounds great. I can call you Evan, right?” This Mr. Young and Mr. Davis bullshit gets on my nerves.
I picture Mary Grace losing her shit, and I thoroughly enjoy the visual.
“Of course. And excellent. We can get to know each other better.”
Christopher inhales sharply, and he gives a little shake of his head. Now Evan actually mouths, “What?” to him like I can’t see him or read lips.
Christopher turns resolutely toward me.
“Finley, didn’t you stage a protest at the shucking festival when you were a teenager?” he asks, like he’s finally put together I’m the angsty sister who once carried around a bullhorn to shout down environmental injustices.
“Yes. Didn’t recognize me without the nose ring and the black eyeliner, did you?”
“Oh, I remember you quite well. You accused me of being a part of the patriarchy.”
