Page 47 of #Bossholes

Hopefully.

“Hi.” My voice comes out airily, light, and barely recognizable. “I’m?—”

He silences me with a finger over my lips and presses a light kiss to my neck. His lips are soft. Warm. He feels so good.Why does he feel so good?

His mouth trails across my collarbone. Up my thigh.

Wait.

He can’t be in both places at the same time. Right?

Maybe I’m imagining things. Maybe I’m so constricted with this damn blindfold, it’s messing with my perception.

Only there’s a third hand splayed across my stomach. A fourth stroking my hand. And there’s definitely a set of lips on my chest and another on my leg.

Oh my God.Oh my God.

I can’t pretend this is normal. I signed up to sell my virginity to one person, not a freaking gangbang. Who the hell knows how many other guys are in here waiting their turn? This is not okay. I did not sign up for this, not at all.

My hands fly out, as I push them away, sit, and fling off the damn blindfold.

I blink. And blink again.

Everything comes into focus at once, and I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Or rather who.

“What the fuck are you two doing here?”

TWENTY-SIX

Maverick

She scrambles toward the headboard,wrapping her arms and legs around her body like a damn octopus, trying and failing to cover every exposed bit of skin. Her eyes are comically wide as she takes us in. It’s clear she didn’t think seeing us here, in her room, was a real possibility.

We deceived her, have been all week, and I’d be lying if I didn’t feel like a dick. Especially, watching the shock and sheer horror of the situation play across her face.

Maybe we should have brought this up after our charged moment in the elevator. Maybe we should have dropped a few hints. Maybe we shouldn’t have been such selfish pricks.

It's too late now.

Brantley warned us this would happen. He knew she’d be pissed and rightfully so. We’re her bosses, and she’s supposed to trust us. I doubt she’ll believe a thing we have to say after this. We did it for the right reasons. We wanted to protect her, to keep her safe. Well, that’s partially true. We also wanted to be with her.

“We can explain.” Wyatt runs his hands down his face, kneeling on the bed by her feet. His tie is hanging loose, his jaw tightens, and he looks like he’s physically pained.

Fuck. He probably is. I can sympathize; one look at her in that white lace teddy, and I was hard as a rock.

Although, maybe this isn’t the best time to be thinking about that.

“Is this a trap? Are you messing with me? How long have you known about the auction?” She gasps, her hand flying up to cover her mouth, and if possible, her eyes get wider. “Have you done this before? Is this really why your secretaries end up quitting?”

My brows shoot up to my hairline, and I almost laugh. We’ve never crossed a line with anyone who works for us. Ever. The thought of sleeping with someone at the firm has never crossed my mind, not until her. “We have never met one of our secretaries in a hotel room. Or crossed the line with any employee.”

“And we’ve never bid on anything or anyone in an auction before,” Wyatt quietly adds.

She stares at me for several seconds and when she speaks, her voice is barely a whisper. “So, why now? Why me? And why lie about it?”

“If we told you we knew about the auction site, would you have gone through with it?”

She huffs a laugh, her hold around herself loosening. “I don’t know. But I’d have been mortified. I’d have probably quit.”

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