Page 8 of Three Bossy Boyfriends (Honeysuckle Harbor #3)

Evan and I both choke on our drinks. And I don’t know about Evan, but heat slams through me low and hard. And I want to show Finley my king-size mattress.

Mary Grace’s cheeks get red, and her eyes are wide. “That is completely inappropriate,” she says.

Finley nods. “I agree that sex on desks is inappropriate. At least during office hours.”

“That is not what I meant. We shouldn’t talk about those things here.”

Finley looks around. “Would you rather go into the ladies’ room? Oh! Do you have some questions? I am happy to help. I’ve had sex on lots of different surfaces. Some are definitely better than others.”

“That is not what I…”

“Evan, Mr. Stevenson is across the room,” I say, literally stepping in. I take a step that puts me right next to Finley. “We should go speak with him about that contract he wanted us to look over.” I take Finley’s upper arm and turn her away. “Mary Grace, we will see you at the office on Monday.”

“I don’t see him,” Evan says after we’re about five strides away from Charles and Mary Grace.

“This way.” I steer Finley toward the wide glass doors that open out onto the balcony and trust that Evan will follow.

“You can’t fire me,” Finley says, as I escort her across the room.

“Don’t say anything until we’re alone,” I tell her.

Shockingly, she listens. We step out onto the balcony, and I pull her to one end and around a stone column where we can be alone. I drop my hold on her arm and turn to face her. Evan stops beside me. It’s impossible for anyone to see her behind us.

“Now you can talk,” I tell her.

She crosses her arms. “Okay, maybe I was a little inappropriate, but none of this is really Mary Grace’s business.”

“I tend to agree. Though I understand her concern about you dating an associate. I think you cleared that up for her though.”

“So why are you mad at me?”

“I didn’t bring you out here because I’m mad at you. I got you away from her before you said or did something worse, like tell her you sucked Evan’s cock in the break room. Or before you threw a drink in her face.”

That obviously surprises her because she’s quiet for a moment. Then she smiles. “I didn’t have a drink.”

“You would’ve grabbed hers or mine and thrown it at her. That would have been upsetting. I had expensive scotch.”

Her smile grows. “Yeah. And I’d have been mad when no one had it on video.”

“You’re going to have to get along with her. Or at least not have daily tension.”

“Why can’t I just work with you and Evan every day? I thought Girl Kyle is supposed to be her paralegal.”

“She’s a partner. If she wants you to do something, you’ll have to do it.”

Finley slides a glance to Evan. “I’m doing Evan a favor. He should try to keep me away from Mary Grace.”

“Evan is doing you a favor too. Helping you study for the bar, right?”

She studies me for a moment. “I’m doing you a favor too. What are you going to do for me?”

“What are you doing for me?” I fire right back.

“I’m helping Evan make partner.”

Finley is whip-smart. I won’t be surprised by anything she has figured out. Still, I want to hear her say it so I’m sure we’re on the same page. “Having Evan as a partner in my law firm will definitely be a benefit.” I glance at the man I’m crazy about. “He’s a fantastic lawyer.”

“But he’s more than a lawyer to you, right?” She takes a step closer to me. I feel Evan tense beside me.

“He’s also a friend,” I say.

“Right,” she says. “You can’t be more than that as long as you’re his boss.”

“What are you fishing for, Finley?” I ask her. “Just ask.”

“You might not tell me. It’s maybe not something that you want to risk getting out.”

“I trust you.”

Surprise flickers in her gaze, but she moves close enough that we’re now toe to toe. “You want to fuck him.”

See? I knew she’d be bold about it.

“Yes,” I admit.

She doesn’t seem surprised that I admitted it. “Evan told me.” She looks at Evan as she says, “But what Evan didn’t tell me is that you have feelings for him. More than just wanting to fuck him.”

“Yes,” I say.

She looks back at me. “And that means you don’t want me to fuck him,” she says.

Oh, is that where this is going? Interesting.

“Do you want to fuck him?” I ask.

I hear Evan make a noise that is part cough, part groan.

“I won’t lie and say it hasn’t occurred to me.”

“What if I told you that the thought occurred to me too?”

Finally, she looks surprised. “You thought of me fucking Evan?”

I lift a hand and drag my fingertip along her jaw. “You’re a gorgeous woman. We both like gorgeous women.”

Understanding, then interest, sparks in her big, beautiful brown eyes.

“And you would be okay with Evan and me being together?”

Her voice is breathy now, and I can see her pulse drumming at the base of her throat.

“I love when Evan is happy,” I tell her. “And I think you could make him very happy.”

She wets her lips.

I want to look at Evan desperately. But I know he would very much love to get naked with Finley.

“Finley?”

“Yes, Christopher?”

Ooh, I like her sounding obedient.

“Consider this a direct instruction from your boss.” I drag my finger along her jaw again and lean closer. “I want you to make Evan as happy as you possibly can.”

“Oh my God,” she says breathlessly.

I lean in, intending to kiss her cheek, but being the unpredictable brat that she is, she turns her head and meets my lips with hers.

Of course I don’t pull back the way I should, at least not right away. But I also don’t deepen the kiss the way my entire body is screaming at me to do. I just rest my lips against hers, our breaths mingling, my entire body hardening, until finally, I lift my head.

“You have a naughty streak,” I tell her.

She smiles up at me, unapologetic. “Yeah, I probably should’ve included that on my résumé. But that maybe wouldn’t have helped me get the job.”

I laugh softly and shake my head. “That depends entirely on who’s reading the résumé.”

Before she can say or do anything else, I step back, and straighten my jacket. I look at Evan. “Do you have any questions? Anything to add, Mr. Young?”

I know him well enough to read the lust on his face. He runs a hand through his thick, gorgeous hair, then shakes his head slowly. “No, Mr. Davis. I’m…good.”

I grin at him, then gesture for Finley to precede us back into the reception.

She does, and despite the fact that I am always controlled and in charge of my emotions and actions, I act on impulse one time, and give her ass a little slap as she passes in front of me just before we paste on our social smiles, and she goes back to being Evan’s girlfriend and the paralegal working for my firm this summer.