Page 22 of Three Bossy Boyfriends (Honeysuckle Harbor #3)

Christopher

It’s very difficult to act contrite when I’ve just had the best sex of my life with Evan the night before.

And I’m eagerly anticipating a threesome with him and Finley.

But I do my best as Mary Grace runs on and on about workplace ethics and why we have a no-fraternization policy in place at the firm.

This was an emergency meeting called this morning after our HR head, Cathy, found out about Evan and I kissing in my office yesterday.

Cathy should be the one who is going over the employee handbook with our full staff, but Mary Grace has taken over.

From the looks on everyone’s faces around the room, they’re bored and annoyed with the extensive lecture.

Sure, some of them look curious and maybe a little eager for gossip, but there’s nothing to see here.

Evan has already cleared out his office, and most of the staff is avoiding making direct eye contact with me.

While no one was officially told what happened, it’s a small office and I am well aware that there isn’t a single soul here who doesn’t know exactly why we’re having this meeting.

A few of the junior staff and the paralegals have positioned themselves around Finley in a protective bubble. Which is good to see. It means they’re all good people and they’ve taken Finley’s side because they like her.

It means I have some work to do in smoothing over my work relationships with a few of them, and I definitely regret that. As I do Evan being forced into quitting. But if Evan is fine with it—which he definitely seems to be—then I am ready to just move forward.

Evan and I have wanted this relationship for a long time, and I’m not going to let anything ruin how fucking amazing it feels to finally be with him.

Finley is quiet and looks appropriately shocked, but I think that has more to do with the fact that Evan and I got her all hot and bothered this morning, then sent her on her way to work with a teasing grin and a pat on the ass.

I bet she’s still wet under that skirt. I know she’s aching for me and Evan.

Because I’m aching for her.

I’m fighting to concentrate on anything other than her.

After two decades of focusing on my education and my career, it’s amazing how easily Evan and Finley can make me forget everything I’ve worked toward.

“I think we get it,” Charles interrupts Mary Grace.

“Thank you for the reminder. Everyone can run through our staff onboarding again at their leisure. We want Banks, Anderson, Banks, and Davis to be a safe space for all of our employees. Cathy’s door is always open to anyone who needs to bring forth an issue. ”

Trust Charles to cut to the chase. He cares about his staff, but he also cares about getting back to handling his caseload. I also strongly suspect he thinks Mary Grace can make any meeting twice as long as it needs to be, and he is right.

Mary Grace likes to hear herself talk.

She looks over at me and opens her mouth. I know exactly what she’s going to do—put me in the hot seat.

There is no way I’m going to let her put me in a position where it appears she has authority over me or is forcing me to make any sort of statement.

So, I immediately start speaking. “I would like to address any rumors that may be circulating. I want to apologize for my behavior in the office yesterday and specifically to Miss Anderson.”

Finley stiffens and turns her gaze directly to me. The fire in her eyes amuses me. She doesn’t like being the victim, and I fully understand that. I’m going to give her an out because I care about her, and this mess is all my making. The whole fake dating arrangement was my idea in the first place.

“My personal life should have stayed precisely that—personal. But I think for the sake of full disclosure?—

Finley cuts me off. “I think, for the sake of full disclosure, everyone here should respect Mr. Davis’s privacy.” Her voice is cool, but firm. “I have a tremendous amount of respect for Mr. Davis as an attorney, and I intend to learn all I can from him before I take the bar exam.”

My eyebrows go up. A whole list of things I can teach her runs through my head, starting with sexual subordination and ending with her taking two cocks at the same time.

I shift in my chair. Fuck. This woman. These next few months are going to be the biggest challenge of my career. Seeing her in the office every day and not touching her is going to be hell.

Especially when she looks at me like that—chin up, challenge in her eyes.

“Excellent,” Charles says. “We can all agree on that point.” He shoves his chair back and stands up. “Let’s take a twenty- minute break and then we can go over our current caseload and what’s on the docket at the courthouse this week.”

Everyone starts to follow suit, getting up, gathering their phones and coffee cups, heading out of the conference room. I hang back, waiting a minute with Finley.

She has her head down, talking in hushed tones to Kyle. When she starts to stand up, I say, “Miss Anderson. A minute, please.”

Kyle looks uncertain if she should leave Finley or not, but Finley nods. “It’s okay, Kyle. Might as well get this over with.”

“I’ll be right outside if you need anything.” Kyle shoots me a glance like I’m the devil brought to life, but then quickly walks away.

I move to the chair next to Finley, bumping her knee under the table. She starts and sits up straighter.

“What would HR say about this?” she asks. “You just got a public scolding.”

“That was an accident. My knee touching you, not the scolding. Mary Grace enjoyed every second of that. I just wanted to tell you that I was going to give you an out and say that you broke up with Evan the night before last. I know you despise being the victim.”

“If that was true, I would have already told everyone that yesterday, and I didn’t. It would have just looked worse if you said that now, because it would clearly be a lie. I can take the heat.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmur, my gaze dropping to her mouth. “This is all my fault. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“If you say anything dirty right now, you’re officially out of control,” she says, the corner of her mouth turning up slightly. She glances behind her at the open door. “The entire staff is milling around five feet behind us.”

I sit back in my chair because she’s right. I’m playing with fucking fire. Again.

“I suppose it wouldn’t be any smarter to text you my dirty thoughts, would it?” I murmur.

She laughs softly. “No. Not right now. And you have about thirty seconds before this gets inappropriate.”

“Is there anything I can do to make things here in the office better for you?” I ask. “I don’t want this to be any more awkward for you than it already is.”

“I’ve always wanted to toss out ‘How dare you’ to someone. Maybe we can make that happen.”

I chuckle softly. “Only if you call me Mr. Davis. It really fucking turns me on when you sound so formal and pissed off.”

Then I stand up, before I have a rock-solid cock, and I’m stuck behind the conference table for another hour.

Finley also stands up. She starts toward the door. She has followed office convention this morning and is actually wearing her high heels. The sassy little sway of her hips and ass makes my mouth water.

Then she flips her hair over her shoulder, meets me with a sexy stare, and says loudly, “How dare you, Mr. Davis.”

A few people murmur in the hallway.

I can’t resist. I sent a group text to both her and Evan.

Our little brat needs a hard spanking, Evan.

Hell fucking yes. Rough day at the office?

Finley glances down at her phone. I see her bite her bottom lip and cross her feet, squeezing her legs together tightly.

It’s clear her pussy is throbbing under that skirt.

Definitely ready to be officially disciplined by her boss.

My cock is throbbing, and I am, in fact, stuck behind the table.

And I’m loving every minute of this sweet torture.