Page 60 of #Bossholes

The look he gives me tells me how full of shit he thinks I am. “Well, she’s living in a one-bedroom apartment and is currently sleeping on the couch.”

My spine straightens, and my head snaps in his direction, my eleven thousand dollar bottle of scotch forgotten. “That’s unacceptable.”

So much for trying to forget about her. Let’s face it—it wasn’t going to work anyway, and moving her into the apartment on the floor below us isn’t going to help. I’ll see her every day at work, and even if I don’t see her in the building, I’ll know she’s close. It’ll be torture.

Yet, that’s precisely where I want her. In my building. Under my apartment.

Under my protection.

“Exactly.” Wyatt hops up on my kitchen counter, pulls out his phone, and pecks the screen. “Which is why I think we need to move them in that empty apartment ASAP. Her brother is going to be having surgery soon, and they could use the extra help during his recovery.”

“Surgery? For what?” And why didn’t she tell me about it?

“Some kind of implants.”

“For his ears?”

“I assume.”

“You’re an idiot.” I pinch the bridge of my nose and blow out a heavy breath. “Did you talk to her about this? Did she agree to leave her place?”

They glance at each other and then at the floor. Of course they didn’t.

Maverick clears his throat. “She might have kicked us out of her apartment after we insisted on taking her home.”

My lips twitch, but I keep the displeasure on my face as I stare them down. “So, let me get this straight. You went against me and won our employee’s virginity in an exceptionally shady online auction for ‘her own protection,’ somehow talked her into sleeping with you both, and now you want to show up at her apartment without an invitation and move her and her brother without her permission.”

“That about sums it up.” It’s clear these idiots are going to be following her around with hearts in their eyes for the foreseeable future.

“Are you insane? You can’t force someone to move because it’s what you want for them.” I blow out another breath, run a hand down my face, and mutter a few choice words.

Wyatt puts his phone down on the counter and pins me with a look, one that says I’m not going to like what he has to say. “Why don’t you just ask how last night was?”

Nope.

Didn’t like it.

And I’m not going to take the bait. This isn’t a conversation I’m ready to have. Especially when my feelings for her are already unwanted and unreciprocated. And while we’re at it, inappropriate.

I stalk past them, leaving my kitchen and sit down on my couch, intent on finishing the game.

Maverick is the first to sit next to me. “Don’t you want to know which one took her virginity?”

“How she looks when she’s about to come?” Wyatt sits on my other side.

“How good she feels?”

“She asked about you, you know.” I turn to Wyatt and almost ask him to continue, but I don’t need to know every sordid detail, even though I desperately want to know. But he continues despite my gaze returning to the game. “She seemed a little disappointed you weren’t there. Are you really going to let her continue sleeping on a couch when we have a fully furnished apartment available?”

Maverick hums in agreement and props his feet on my coffee table. “We own the building. It’s not like we have to run it by anyone.”

“She might like to have an opinion,” I mutter but am ignored.

“She’d be much more comfortable here, and we’d be able to help her with her brother.”

“Colin.”

His brows raise as he takes me in. “With Colin.”

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