Page 56 of #Bossholes

“I’ve noticed,” Wyatt grunts, no doubt the two of them looking around like they’re in some alternate dimension. Like they’ve never been somewhere normal people live. Hell, maybe they haven’t. “I can’t say I’m a fan.”

“I’m not a fan of the way Miss Rhodes is ignoring us.”

“Yes, it’s quite rude.”

“And it would seem she’s trying to run away from us which makes no sense. We are delightful.”

“I am, that’s for sure. Jury is still out on you.”

I whirl around and snatch my purse and overnight bag from Wyatt. “Would you two stop? I actually have to live here. I’m sure my neighbors are already watching, judging me.”

Maverick laughs and runs a thumb along his jawline which shouldn’t be as attractive as it is. “Oh, I’m sure they’re appalled at the ruffians you’re hanging out with nowadays.”

“No one says ruffians.” I point at him, really trying to suppress my smile and failing with every twitch of my lips. “And if you are unhappy with where I live, you’re welcome to go home. Alone. Without me.”

“You wound me.” He holds a hand over his heart, doing his best impression of a sad puppy. “I’m just saying I’d love for you to have some sort of security system. Do you have an alarm?”

“Nope.”

“A doorbell camera?”

“Nope.”

“Jesus Christ,” Wyatt mutters and runs a hand down his face. “It’s like you’re asking us to move you out.”

I turn around with a scoff and pull the keys from my purse. “Believe it or not, I’ve survived twenty-three years on my own. The last three being in this apartment, and I’m still alive.”

“It’s a miracle.” Maverick deadpans, snatching the keys from my hand, and despite my protests, unlocks my door and swings it wide open.

He and Wyatt head in while I hang around the doorway, cursing to myself, muttering a lot of choice words—none of them pleasant.Lord, give me strength. For what exactly, I’m not sure, but I need it.

By the time I get in and close the door behind me, Wyatt is looking through my kitchen, and Maverick is wandering around the living room. Yeah, I’m going to need that strength to keep me from blowing a gasket. What do they think they’re doing? Seeing if they can move in?

“Make yourselves at home. Don’t worry about invading my privacy or anything.” I toss my bags by the front door and let out an exasperated sigh as Wyatt continues opening cabinets. “Can I help you find something? A glass of water? A snack? Perhaps a sense of respect for someone’s personal space?”

“I’m good,” Wyatt answers, this time turning his attention to my drawers.

Maverick sits on my couch with a grunt, jumping around, groping the cushions. “This couch is lumpy.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “It’s a good thing you don’t have to sleep there.” I clap my hands together a few times, getting their attention and gesture toward the door. “Alright, this has been a great time and all, but I’m afraid I need to shower and…decompress.”

I’m hoping they get the hint. It’s not like I’m being subtle. They wanted to make sure I got home, and here I am. There’s no reason for them to stay here any longer.

But no, they don’t get the hint. Wyatt turns away from me and opens the cabinet under my sink—who the hell knows what he’s looking for—and Maverick lays out on the couch, wriggling around like a damn worm. What is wrong with them?

A few orgasms and these guys have lost their minds. I didn’t think male brain cells were directly correlated to the amount of semen in their balls, but here we are.

With a growl, yes, and honest to God growl, I whip open the front door. I’m not sure I’m going to try to physically remove them from my apartment or throw myself out. Both options are tempting. I wave toward the door, nearly slashing June and Colin.

I jump.

They jump.

We’re all staring at each other, eyes wide, that is until June sees Wyatt and Maverick who have now abandoned their inspection of my apartment to stand behind me. Her entire demeanor shifts, the surprise on her face turning into an evil smirk.

As soon as she leaves, I have zero doubt the entire book club chat will know what she’s seen here today.

“Hello,boys. I’m June Morgan, the best friend.” She extends a hand they both shake.

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