Her eyebrow quirks, and that little mischievous smile turns up a little broader. “You look good in green, Mr. Davis.”
Green? Does she think I’m jealous? She drags her fingertips down the front of her blouse, and I glance down.
I’m wearing a green and gray patterned tie.
Uh, huh.
I don’t think she was talking about my tie.
But am I jealous?
If I am, it is simply because she is able to touch Evan, be publicly affectionate with him, date him outwardly.
I’m not jealous of the two of them together. In fact, the idea of them together makes me hard as a fucking rock.
That puts me a little on edge, I’ll admit. When I think of them together and get hard at home—something that has been happening more than I should probably admit—it’s not a problem. I easily take care of it. I’ve done that several times since Finley came to work here. Especially since the other night on the balcony.
But here at the office, sporting an erection behind my custom-tailored suit pants is a little less convenient.
Especially because this ruse is supposed to go on for another few months.
I have no idea when Evan’s partnership might be made official.
Charles has said nothing about it for several weeks. I know he’s impressed with Evan’s work in the office. He’s said so several times. I also know that he likes Evan as a person. Who wouldn’t? Evan Young is nearly perfect. Charming, good-looking, smart—everything an ambitious young lawyer should be.
Except married.
And now he has a serious girlfriend.
The partnership discussion should be coming up anytime now.
Evan and Finley pass me on their way to the door, and Evan steps back to let her exit before him.
She shoots me one more cocky little smirk, and I flex my hand as my palm itches to smack that perfect, firm ass.
The chances of that ever happening in real life are slim, but it happens on a near nightly basis in my fantasies.
Evan turns after she’s out of the room. “Do you want to talk here?”
“My office.”
My office door has a lock.
He heads out the door without a word and turns toward my office.
I step in right behind him and close the door immediately. I don’t give him a chance to ask me a question or say a word. When he turns to face me, I grip the back of his neck, pulling him in and sealing my mouth over his in a hot, deep kiss.
He doesn’t act surprised. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t pull back for even a second. He opens his mouth for my tongue and grips my waist, pressing close.
I kiss him, imagining his tongue in Finley’s mouth. Imagining it all over her body, between her legs.
I groan and pull back. “Have you fucked her?”
“Last night.”
He doesn’t stumble, doesn’t even hesitate.
I pull back further so I can see his eyes clearly. “How was it?”
