Page 98 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
“Why would you wear heels on purpose?” I ask her. “I’d love to never wear heels again.”
“It makes my legs look amazing,” she says, popping a hand on her hip and striking a pose.
“They really do,” Frannie tells her. “But come on, this will be fun. This isn’t just mini-golf—this is an adults-only loungewithmini-golf.”
It certainly doesn’t look like the mini-golf of my childhood—the one I still drive past on the Honeysuckle Harbor boardwalk frequently. It’s an explosion of primary colors, gaudy blinking lights, and carnival music. This place looks like a sexy speakeasy lounge that happens to have putting holes strategically placed in the center. Dark booths surround them, and the holes themselves are a deep forest green, not the usual emerald green, with classy little neutral striped flags.
“It looks nice,” I say, because I’m all up for anything that will distract me from three very distracting men who have taken up so much space in my head I should charge them rent. “They serve craft cocktails, and I’m going to order one immediately.”
“Same,” my sister-in-law Ivy says, looping her arm through mine.
I like Ivy a lot. She’s very California cool, breezy, and creative. She’s started a thriving business here, an event space, and together with my brother, Harrison, and Liam, has become entrenched in the community. Since I’ve been home, I haven’t seen as much of her as I’d like since we’re both so busy. So when Caroline put us all in a group text suggesting this night out, I was excited to spend more time with all of them.
I’ve known Caroline since we were kids, but it’s been years and years since I’ve really seen her. She went off to travel the world after college, and I stayed in New York. She seems to have settled into her new role as a wife and mother readily and is a first grade teacher at a progressive private grade school in a suburb of Charleston.
Honeysuckle Harbor has been generally accepting of all people and a variety of non-traditional relationships, but I’m not sure the public schools are quite ready to hire a grade school teacher very publicly living in a polyamorous foursome.
“What are you drinking?” I ask Ivy. “First round is on me.”
“Oooh, are we celebrating something?” She releases my arm and follows me to the bar.
The other girls, including Kyle, are trailing behind us.
“I’m celebrating not getting fired yet,” I joke.
“Why on earth would you get fired?”
I bite my lip as I lean on the bartop. The bar is hopping busy, and it’s going to be a minute before we can get a drink.
I’m debating if I should be honest.
It’s not something I have discussed with Evan and Christopher.
I haven’t even seen Evan in person since our amazing night together with Christopher.
Sure, we’ve texted, but I miss him.
Being with Evan is easy, comfortable, and fun.
Being with Evan together with Christopher was really fucking hot.
I like Christopher too, in a different way.
He’s more…bossy.
He makes me want to both work harder and then at the end of the day be told what to do by him.
It’s something I never expected being attracted to, but I am.
Unfortunately, it’s not a night we can repeat.
Not until I leave the law firm.
It would push our luck way too hard.
Not that we would mess around at the office, but—hell, we might mess around at the office. It would be hard to resist if we were having threesomes regularly.
I decided to blow it off. “Because I wear slippers when I’m at my desk,” I say lightly.
