Page 69 of #Bossholes

Not that she cares. She’s still staring at me while I’m trying to look literally anywhere but at her. Doesn’t work, though. Her face is borderline comical, like a gently used sex doll, one that keeps luring me back in with her slacked jaw and ice cold gaze.

“You lucky hussy.” Her whisper is harsh and much louder than I’d like. “Both of them?”

My mouth falls open for about two point five seconds, and then my brain catches up. How the hell does she know that? I sure as hell didn’t say anything, especially since I’m in the office. You know, where the two guys I slept with work. I don’t think my face was that transparent either. Which means she has some super special skills. “What are you? Some kind of sex wizard?”

“Ohmygod. You did.”

“Technically, not the two of them. Maverick and the other Ellis.”

“His brother?”

“His twin.”

Daisy squeals so loud I’m sure they heard her on the first floor.

I grab her arm and drag her a little further into the corner. I don’t need James to overhear, or worse— Maverick and Ember to rush out of the conference room. “Hush. You are so loud.”

She pulls me in for a quick hug, wiping a few fake tears from below her eyes. “I’m so proud of you right now. It’s like my baby bird has finally left the nest, her little sex-crazed, double penetration nest.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.” I cross my arms and pretend to pout. “It doesn’t matter; it was only one time.”

Daisy raises a brow, her gaze flicking over to the conference room door which is now open. Maverick is saying his goodbyes to Ember, his gaze trained on me, raking up and down my body.

She huffs a quick laugh and pats my shoulder. “Keep telling yourself that, Kins. That man looks like he wants to eat you alive, and I bet all the money in my bank account, his partners feel the same way.”

I blow a raspberry in her direction because I’m a grown woman.

“Fine, stay in denial, but I’ll be nominating an office why choose for our next book.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

THIRTY-SIX

Kinsley

That man lookslike he wants to eat you alive, and I bet all the money in my bank account, his partners feel the same way.

Why does she have to say shit like that to me? I’m young, impressionable, and now I can’t get it out of my brain. It’s burrowed itself so deep in my psyche, there is no way I can forget that look on Maverick’s face when he walked out of that conference room this afternoon.

He did look hungry. And not for chocolate chunk cookies.

I need to try out my new clit thumping toy, fall into a dreamless sleep, and hope I can forget all about the last few days when I wake up in the morning.

It’s not going to happen, but it’s a good thought.

Ugh.

And for good measure I let out an actual groan and drop my head on my very fancy new/borrowed kitchen table. A table that is another direct reminder of my three bosses. You know, along with this whole freaking apartment. The apartment I have a love-hate relationship with because it’s fantastic, but it’s not something I earned on my own. It’s a pity apartment, and there’s nothing I hate more than people feeling sorry for me.

Well, maybe my ex Brian, who has still yet to respond about his guitar. The very one sitting in my living room.

Again. Ugh.

Are you trying to give yourself a concussion?Colin shuts his folder, evidently done with his math homework, and leans back in his chair. He looks like he doesn’t have a care in the world, and I guess he doesn’t. Ever since we’ve moved into this apartment, he’s been all smiles. Which is why I’ve agreed to stay until he’s fully recovered.

What are we eating for dinner?

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