Page 81 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
But she keeps wearing those fucking pencil skirts, the heels at times, and calling me Mr. Davis.
Right now, she’s not even looking up from the paper she’s reading. She’s saying my name casually, like everyone else in thisfucking office does. But I want to bend her over my desk, strip that skirt over her gorgeous ass and fuck her right here and now.
Hell, I’d call Evan and put him on speaker—or better yet video call—and make him watch and listen.
We’d get him all worked up and then I’d bring her home to him, her pussy still wet from coming around my cock, and I’d dump her in his lap and let him?—
“Mr. Davis?”
I look up to find Finley right in front of my desk, watching me with a frown.
Holy shit, that got out of hand.
I’ve been able to tamp down my wandering thoughts all week before they got that far.
But tonight is Friday, and I’m going to invite her over.
But I can’t start anything here at the office. Absolutely not.
We’re already on thin ice with me messing around with her last weekend while she’s working here.
I shake my head. “Sorry. I was thinking about something else.”
She’s staring at me, and I swear she can read my thoughts.
She wets her lips and shakes her head slightly. “Here’s the report you wanted. The environmental impact study.” She hands the folder to me. “I read through it quickly and highlighted a few things on pages four, twelve, and forty-seven. You’ll want to take a look at those.”
I glance down at the report, then set it aside. “Is our client out of compliance?” I ask her. I don’t need to read the report if Finley read it. She knows what I’m looking for, and she’s certainly bright enough to go through the report and figure it out.
She hesitates, then nods. “Yes. They took a really obvious loophole. He’s kind of a scumbag,” she adds to the end.
I sigh and lean back in my chair. “I’ve gotten that impression too.”
“Why do you represent people like that?” she asks. “You’re powerful enough and good enough to be able to pick your clients.”
“I didn’t know he was a scumbag when he hired me. It seemed like a pretty straightforward case.”
“But you can fire him now that you know that he is,” she presses.
Finley wants to do law that matters. That has become increasingly evident in the time I’ve been working with her. And she’ll be amazing. I pity anyone who has to face off with her in a courtroom. Not only is she incredibly bright, but she’s articulate and passionate and will no doubt tell her clients when they’re full of shit as much as she will their opponents. She’ll only show up in court when she knows the case forward and backward is worth her time and energy.
“I can make him fix these mistakes,” I tell her.
She narrows her eyes, studying me. “What do you mean?”
“I have a lot of leverage to make him do the right thing. To fix this. He wants my help. Heneedsmy help. I’m really fucking good at what I do. If he wants me to help him get out of this legal mess, then he’ll do what I tell him to do.” I sit forward. “I’ll make him get into compliance with the environmental protections.”
Her frown softens. Slowly, she gives me a smile. “I would’ve just fired his ass. But that makes sense. You can use what he needs you for to get him to do the right thing.”
“It’d be nice if everyone just did the right thing because it was the right thing. But if I can have some influence, might as well use it right?”
She nods. “Right.” She chews on her bottom lip.
I wait, but she doesn’t say anything more.
“What else, Finley?”
“You should make him make a huge donation to a local environmental group. Make restitution.”
