Page 19 of Faking it with My Billionaire Bosses

I stood up, shaking my head at them. “I can’t believe you kept that from me. Me! Your best friend!”

“It wasn’t anything to brag about. We were drunk and one thing led to another. I’m just saying, if Sonnie wants this, we could do it.” Cole shrugged like he hadn’t just dropped a bombshell on me. “This one would be something to brag about, though. Sonnie’s special.”

“She is.” I flipped them both off. “But you’re both still assholes for keeping that from me. Who was it with?”

They both looked away, lips closed tight.

“You both suck. I’m going to talk to Sonnie.”

CHAPTER 15

Sonnie

My phone had been buzzing in my pocket for long enough to let me know it was important and whoever was calling, kept calling. I slipped into the bathroom and left Kacey at the bar alone to see who it was. Immediately, I had another incoming call from Rosie. With a sinking stomach, I answered with a panicked tone to my voice.

“It took you long enough to answer.” Rosie sounded absolutely fine, just annoyed. “Can I spend the night at Rachel’s house? Her dad’s out of town and her mom’s letting her have a movie thing.”

My heart was still beating overtime so I answered with more than a little of my own annoyance. “You just blew up my phone while I’m at work to ask me if you can go to a sleepover?”

“Well? Should I have just gone?”

I blew out a hard breath. “No. You were right to call and ask. You scared me, though. I thought something was wrong.”

“You worry too much, Sonnie. Do you ever have any fun at all?”

I thought about how I’d kissed three men outside of my workplace and leaned against the bathroom door as the endorphins came back to me.

Rosie gagged. “Whatever you’re thinking about, can it. Gross. Can I go, or not?”

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll text Rachel’s mom to make sure you’re there all night, so don’t bullshit me.”

“Whatever.” She paused. “Can you feed Monster for me?”

“Yeah. I can do that. Is Rachel picking you up?” I realized I was talking to no one as she’d already hung up. “Love you, too, you brat.”

I went back out to the bar and saw Cole had come over for his turn to get the beer. Kacey was trying to flirt with him, but thesecond he saw me, his smile made it clear that he was there for me, and me alone.

I grabbed three beers and leaned over the bar top to get closer. “Are you three just going to stay here all night?”

His eyes trailed down to my cleavage and slowly back up to my face. “We’re driving you home.”

I might’ve pressed my elbows closer together to let him see more of my cleavage. I felt wild and Iwashaving fun. I liked teasing them. “I could just catch a ride.”

He reached out and ran his finger under the strap of my tank top. His gaze followed the trail of his finger. “You’re catching a ride with us.”

“My sister just called me. She’s spending the night at a friend’s house.” I felt my cheeks heat as I said the words, but I didn’t look away. I let him interpret my words how he wanted to.

“We can’t have you there all by yourself.” He ran his hand up the side of my neck and into my hair. I felt sweaty from running around the bar, but he didn’t seem to care as he pulled me even closer. “Do you have work tomorrow?”

I nodded and stared at his mouth, wondering how I could get him to kiss me again. “Yeah. Why?”

His smirk had all my blood rushing to my nipples and core. “Just wanted to know how much sleep you need tonight.”

I bit my lip and tried to avoid moaning. I was still aware the bar was full around us. “I don’t get off until two.”

His eyes flashed mischievously as he leaned in and pressed his mouth against my ear. His lips brushed my skin as he spoke. “Play your cards right and you could be getting off not long after two.”

I felt my face heat and cursed my inability to be sexy without wanting to giggle. I turned my head to press a kiss to his cheek and when he didn’t pull away, I hovered and moved closer to his mouth. I’d just pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips when Jerrycalled out to me. Jerking away, I cleared my throat and looked down at the bar top. “I’d better get back to it.”

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