My heart did a strange flip-squeeze thing and my smile made my cheeks ache.
I’d love that. Did you have a place in mind?
There’s this great little bistro around the corner from my apartment building.
Sounds good to me. What time?
How about 7:00 at my place?
I’ll be there.
I was still grinning at my phone when Marco and Michael walked into my office.
“Jesus, he’s got it bad,” Marco commented.
Michael chuckled. “Told you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Shut it, both of you.”
Michael shook his head. “No way, Mr. Friends with Benefits. You lasted about five minutes before you folded like a cheap suit.”
I set my phone down and flipped both of them off. “Greg’s a good man.”
“We know that,” Marco said, taking a seat in front of my desk. “We were just worried he was going to break it off when he noticed you were getting serious.”
Michael took the chair next to Marco. “But I’m guessing that didn’t happen, judging by the goofy grin you had on your face when we walked in.”
I couldn’t help smiling. “No, it didn’t.”
“So whatdidhappen?” Marco asked.
I gave my brother the stink-eye. “I am not giving you details of my sex life.”
Marco rolled his eyes. “No, idiot. What happened after you fucked his brains out?”
I shrugged. “He fell asleep and slept until this morning.”
When I didn’t elaborate, Michael waved his hand for me to continue. “And…?”
I’ll admit I was getting a kick out of taunting my nosy brothers. “And he didn’t freak out when he woke up. He told me he wanted more than just friends with benefits.”
Michael threw his fist up in triumph. “Yes! I called it!” He looked over at Marco. “You owe me twenty bucks.”
“What the fuck?” I glared at them. “You bet on my relationship with Greg?”
“Of course we did,” Marco replied. “To be fair, I thought Greg was going to bolt when he figured out you were more serious than you were pretending to be.”
“Assholes,” I grumbled. “Both of you are assholes.”
“Yeah, but you love us anyway,” Michael said with a smirk.
“You’re lucky I do.”
“So what’s next?” Marco asked.
I was sure I looked smug. “We’re having dinner tonight at seven.”
“Whoa, two nights in a row,” Michael crowed. “Getting serious already.”
