Page 30 of Three Bossy Boyfriends (Honeysuckle Harbor #3)

Christopher

“Mr. Davis, I have that report you wanted.”

I look up as Finley comes into my office.

I grip my pen a little tighter. I never should’ve made her call me Mr. Davis during sex. Now, every time she does it, it punches me low and hot in the gut.

She’s not saying it flirtatiously. She hasn’t said it flirtatiously since Friday night.

She’s been a good girl that way.

Or a bad girl.

I have very mixed emotions about it. About her.

Actually, that’s not true. I know how I feel about her. I want her. I care about her. And I miss her. Just like Evan does.

A week. It’s been a week since Finley spent the night with Evan and me. This is our fifth day in the office since then, and she hasn’t flirted, or stood too close, or even held my gaze too long.

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 this fucking 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. He needs my 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.”

I grin. “Okay.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Great idea.” I fucking love the smile she gives me. I’ll make all of my wealthy clients give money to charity if Finley will look at me with respect and like I’m a little bit of a hero. I hand the file back to her. “Write up all the things that he needs to do. Anything you think.”

Her eyes widen. “Really? I can lay out what he should do to get in compliance and stop being such a scumbag?”

“Well, I wouldn’t include things like not cheating on his wife, but in the framework of the environmental protections on this project, yes,” I tell her with a grin. “My influence is probably limited to his work. Unfortunately.”

Her eyes have narrowed again. “Is he cheating on his wife?”

I’m sure that Finley would send his wife an anonymous email if she knew that. And she wouldn’t be wrong to do so exactly. “I actually don’t have any proof of that. Let’s just say I wouldn’t be surprised.”

She takes the file back. “Why can’t all men be awesome like you and Evan? It’s not really that hard to be a good guy, is it?”

Perfect opening. “I guess maybe we’re more of a rare breed than I thought.”

She nods. “You really are.”

I rise and round my desk to stand in front of her. “We’ve been thinking about you. Talking about you. You’re a rare breed too.”

She wets her lips. “Thank you. You two make me feel that way.”

Perfect. “I’m so glad.”

She just gazes up at me as she takes a deep breath.

“Come over tonight. We’ve missed you. We had such an amazing time last weekend. We want to do it again.”

Emotions flicker through her gaze. Her eyes drop to my mouth, then come back up to meet mine again.

“But if you don’t want to do everything from last weekend, just come for dinner,” I say. “We just want to see you. Talk to you. Evan misses you and is jealous that I get to see you every day.”

“I miss him too.”

“Then come over.”

She takes a deep breath. “I can’t. I have a date tonight.”

Surprise and jealousy hit me at the same time. Much harder than I expected, the jealousy in particular.

“Oh,” I say. “I didn’t realize you were dating.”

She shrugs. “I’m not. Exactly. I’m going out with Tucker tonight.”

“Tucker Hastings?” Now my jealousy is even stronger. She and Tucker have history. And Tucker is a very good-looking guy.

“Yes.” She rolls her eyes. “I shouldn’t. I’ll probably regret it. But since he’s not a client anymore, I figured there wasn’t a good excuse to say no. And we kind of made a deal. It’s a long story.”

“Tucker is a good guy.”

“Debatable.”

I don’t believe that she’s actually worried about going out with Tucker. But I still say, “If you have any trouble, you can call. You know that, I hope.”

Her face softens. “Really?”

I lift my hand and cup her cheek. “Of course. Anytime, Finley.”

“Thank you.”

My gaze drops to her mouth, and I desperately want to kiss her. Maybe send her off to the date with a reminder of what she could have instead. Or what she can have after that date.

I bring her in, and she takes a tiny step forward. I tip her head back. “Whatever happens with Tucker, don’t forget how Evan and I feel about you.”

A tiny frown pulls her brows together, but I lean in and brush my mouth over hers. “You’re extraordinary.”

I know her history with Tucker goes back to high school. I know that she has felt different and like she doesn’t fit in with her sisters, and I wonder if there was any of that going on with other kids in high school. Like Tucker.

When they first met at our offices, there was obvious tension, and she didn’t seem to like him at all. The fact that they’re going out now actually concerns me slightly. I don’t want her going out with him because she feels lonely or like she has no other options.

“You deserve to be treated like you’re extraordinary,” I say against her lips.

She gives a little whimpering noise, then presses her lips more fully against mine. She pulls back quickly, though. “Thank you, Christopher.” Then, she takes a step back. “This is dangerous.”

“It isn’t. It’s simple, really.”

“It’s not,” she insists, stepping back again. “You and Evan are together. I’m leaving soon.” She glances toward my office door. “Let’s not risk bigger problems for either of us, especially you since you’ll be stuck here.”

She, of course, has a point. If anyone was to catch me messing around with Finley on top of what happened with Evan, regardless of how that turned out, it would cause issues for me.

I don’t think the partners would remove me—I’m much too ingrained in the firm and far, far too good at my job, but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt my reputation and that it wouldn’t get out to clients.

I pull in a breath and blow it out. “Okay. Just make sure Tucker treats you the way you deserve.”

She gives me a sly grin that I absolutely love. “No worries. I know exactly how I want Tucker to treat me.”

Yeah, jealousy hits again. “And I mean it, you can call us anytime, for anything.”

She starts for the door. “I will remember that. Thank you.”

I watch her leave, then swear under my breath.

I definitely shouldn’t mess around with her. Evan and I are together. She is leaving. All of that is true.

But Finley Anderson is proving to be very difficult to get over.

And now, not only do I have to think about her out with Tucker tonight, but I have to go home and tell Evan that she’s on a date.

I don’t think that’s going to go well.