Page 69 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
She steps into the living room with Christopher right behind her. She’s holding the bottle of champagne–uncorked—in one hand and balancing the box of chocolate against her opposite hip.
I get to my feet, already grinning at her.
She’s in tennis shoes, sweatpants, and an oversized hoodie sweatshirt. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and she has no makeup on. It’s clear that she did not dress to be seductive or dress to be taken out to any fancy restaurants or hot clubs.
Subtle she is not.
“I noticed you still got in the car,” I comment, crossing to stand right in front of her.
Christopher moves in so he’s directly behind her. We’re not touching her, but we’re very much in her personal space.
She looks up at me. “You two made some pretty big promises to me. I’m here to collect. And I don’t have my own car.”
I cup her face in both hands. “We’re very glad you’re here.”
“Even in sweatpants,” Christopher adds.
The tiniest smirk pulls at her mouth. “If you want to see me in slutty lingerie that costs more than I make in a month, you’re going to have to pay for it.”
Christopher coasts his hands up and down her sides, and I don’t miss the way her breath catches or the little shiver of desire that goes through her.
“Noted,” Christopher says. “But I get to pick it out then.”
My gaze moves from her beautiful face with the now faintly flushed cheeks to Christopher‘s.
I can tell he’s already picturing her in various types of lingerie. How interesting. We’ve discussed the fact that we’ve both been with women in the past, but Finley is the first woman I’ve actually seen have an effect on Christopher in the time I’ve known him. It’s a whole different thing to actually witness it versus just knowing it.
“Do you want to go shopping now?” she asks, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.
“No, I do not,” Christopher tells her. “Do you?”
“No.”
“Good.”
You only need to know Christopher Davis for five minutes to know he likes to be in charge.
You only need to know Finley Anderson for four minutes to know she very rarely lets other people be fully in charge.
Tonight is going to be so fun.
She looks back to me. “So now what?”
“Are you hungry?” Christopher asks her.
“No. Not for food.”
“Do you want a tour of my house?”
“No.” She’s still looking at me as she answers Christopher’s questions.
“Do you need anything at all?”
“Yes.”
“Anything, Finley,” he tells her.
“I need to come. Really badly. Hard. Fast. A lot.”
