Page 63 of #Bossholes

“This is on me. It was a surprise.” Brantley signs as he responds, and my mouth drops open, my entire world spinning.

Brantley Ellis, the grumpiest lawyer I’ve ever met, learned sign language.

For my brother.

After bumping into him once on the street.

All the anger surging through me wizzes right out of me as I deflate like a pathetic balloon. Why didn’t he tell me he was learning ASL?

You learned sign?Colin’s jaw drops, his gaze moving quickly between us.

“Some. I’m not great yet.” Brantley smiles, and I’m completely flabbergasted. I’m so freaking stunned I don’t even notice the guys moving out my couch until it’s gone. Likely to the dump. “I want you and your sister to move into my building. You’ll both have your own rooms. And we can be there when you have surgery.”

You’ll come with me? To the hospital?Colin is looking at Brantley like he invented the Playstation, and I swear if he breaks his heart, I will murder him. No, correction—all three of them. They’re all accomplices here.

“If you want me there.”

Colin nods enthusiastically.Thanks for the books. That was really cool of you. I’ll help pack up my room. I can’t wait to hang out. You guys can come over after work, and we can watch a movie.

“That’s not—” He’s gone before I can tell him we are absolutely not packing up his room or watching a movie with any of these three idiots. I guess it’s a moot point now. Half my damn apartment is already gone. And I did really like that couch, lumps and all. I swing back toward Brantley and point a finger directly in his smug face. “How’s he going to get to and from school? Have you thought about that?”

His hand wraps around my finger, and I ignore the electricity that passes between us as he forces me to lower it. He’s so calm, so collected, and I want to shake him. He may not have on the suit, but the attitude is still there. “I have a driver.”

“I’m not asking your driver to take Colin to school.”

“You don’t have to.” He shrugs like all of this is no big deal. To him, it probably isn’t, but that’s not the point. “It’s already taken care of. You don’t have to worry about it.”

I will worry about whatever I want.

Right now, what I want is to punch something. Preferably one of my bosses. My entire life is packed up, and I’m helpless. I don’t like leaning on other people. I don’t like handouts. And I sure as hell don’t like change.

I was so worried about seeing Maverick and Wyatt on Monday, but that isn’t going to be a problem after all. I won’t be tripping over my bosses, trying not to drool all over them; I’ll be strangling them instead.

I’m tempted to strangle Brantley right now.

But Wyatt comes up behind me, sweeps the hair from my neck, and drags his lips across my skin. His fingers are light as he grips my hips, and his chest brushes against my back.

He fights dirty.

It’s not fair.

Because I know I’m going to give in. They have the advantage. I’ll let them win this time, but the next round is going to go to me. I’ll make sure of it.

“Don’t be mad, baby girl.” He nips at my earlobe, and I can’t help the tiny moan that escapes my lips.

Brantley’s eyes flare with heat, and he’s so close, he must’ve taken a step toward me.

I’m speechless, frozen in place. I can very clearly picture them stripping me naked, one brother dropping to his knees in front of me while the other takes me from behind. They’d claim me. Consume me.

Wyatt’s lips find my neck again, and my knees almost buckle. “We just want to take care of you. Brant needs this.”

“Well, if your brother wanted to take care of me, why wasn’t he there last night?”

The question flies out of my mouth before I can stop it, and it hangs between us. There’s no taking it back now.

But I want to. Especially when Brantley’s eyes fall to my lips, and he leans toward me, his mouth inches from my own. “When I fuck you, it’s not going to be because I paid for it. It’s going to be because you beg me for it.”

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