Page 5 of My Boss's Sons

Between the alcohol and knowing the table of younger men were watching me, my blood ran hot. It seemed like a good idea to go along with whatever Jack was doing. When he turned me around so my back was to his chest, I mentally shrugged and danced on him like we were twenty-one again.

Laughing like I hadn’t had the day from hell, I looked over my shoulder at Jack. “I haven’t been out like this in forever.”

“You need to. That job’s got you all tied up. You need to get laid and get loose. Let your hair down.”

“My hairisdown.”

He spun me out and then back in perfectly. “Barely.”

I scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’ve been letting life pass you by. You haven’t been laid since the divorce, have you?” He moved us closer to the table of men. “I already know the answer. You haven’t.”

“So, what? I’ve been busy.” I noticed he was bringing me even closer to the guys. “What are you doing?”

“Setting you up for success.” He dipped me again and smiled. “That was a freebie since I’m about to embarrass you.”

I tried to hold onto his arms to keep him from doing whatever he was going to do, but he was slippery when on a mission. He spun me out and instead of spinning me back in, leaned over and said something to the table of drop dead gorgeous men watching me. I couldn’t hear it over the music, but I already knew I was going to have to murder my best friend. Then he pulled me back to his arms and deposited me in the same lap I’d fallen in earlier.

“Sophia here likes tequila shots, long walks on the beach, and hasn’t been laid in nearly half a decade. Enjoy my best friend, boys.” Jack booped me on the nose and then strode away, in the direction of his latest boy toy.

I choked on his audacity and felt my entire body burn with embarrassment. No amount of tequila was enough to make meokay with what he’d just done. I gripped the table and moved to get up but strong arms once again wrapped around my waist.

“You okay?”

I looked into those ice blue eyes and nodded. “Unless it’s possible to die of embarrassment.”

“Does he do this to you a lot?” Another deep voice from behind me spoke and when I turned to see him, I was once again struck by how handsome they all were.

I patted Lap Man’s arm until he let me climb off of him. “No. It seems he’s getting his revenge for me not going out with him much. Sorry he seems to be targeting y’all, though.”

The third guy at the table leaned forward and if I hadn’t been embarrassed enough already, I might’ve gasped. His eyes were somehow lighter than the first guy’s and they were haunting. The thing that made me want to lean in closer, though, was that he was covered in tattoos. They peeked out of his shirt collar and out from the sleeves of his shirt, trailing down to his knuckles. I’d always loved tattoos, despite being too chicken to ever get one. These guys, with their beards and muscles, were too hot for me to even look at. With the tattoos added in, I was going to make a fool of myself if I didn’t get away from them.

“I’m not sorry he’s targeting us.” The tattooed one smirked and one side of his full lips lifted. “Although, I wish he had better aim. I’m over here.”

“His aim was just fine.” The first guy rested his elbow on the back of his chair as he turned to face me. “You didn’t bother correcting me earlier. He’s not your boyfriend?”

I looked at the three of them, all watching me with intense gazes, and realized they had to be playing nice to keep me from being even more embarrassed. There was no way three younger men who looked like them were actually flirting with me. Knowing that they were just playing around took some of thepressure off and I was able to laugh some of my awkwardness away.

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my best friend who happens to be more into men who look like the three of you.” I rested my hand on the broad shoulder of Lap Man and flashed them all my best smile. “I’ll let you get back to your night. Thanks for being good sports about everything.”

5

***Sophia***

I’d only been sitting back at our table for a few minutes when Jack showed up with his cutie on his arm. I didn’t need to hear him say it to know he was ready to take the guy home.

“Don’t be mad.” Jack bit his lip and leaned close. “He’s fucking packing, babe. I swear to god, I’m in love.”

I smiled and rolled my eyes. “Go. Have fun.”

“Come with us. I’ll have a car waiting to drive you home from my apartment.” Jack cast a look over at the table of guys I’d been doing my best not to stare at. “Since you wasted that opportunity, I assume you’re not going to find another one?”

I did look back at them then and found Lap Man staring back at me. My breath caught in my throat at the intensity I could feel radiating off him from across the room. Without even knowing I was doing it, I shook my head at Jack. Maybe I was crazy and would embarrass myself even more, but if I was wrong about the guys just being nice, I wanted to know.

“What are you saying no to?”

I smiled up at Jack and his new friend. “I’m going to stay.”

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