Page 80 of #Bossholes

The future of my job is literally in their hands. Plus, we haven’t known each other that long. And there’s the age difference. They’re fifteen years older than me, and I doubt they want to settle down with someone who’s twenty-three. Not that I’m ready to settle down, but still.

And what are they going to do? Share me for the rest of our lives? Sure, that kind of shit happens in books all the time, but this is the real world. Stuff like that doesn’t happen out here, does it?

Sounds like a problem for future Kinsley.

Right now, I have emails to go through and a few meetings to set up.

As I slip out of Brantley’s office, with one last glance his way, I can’t help the stupid smile stretched across my face. He meets my gaze, lifting his tie to his nose, no doubt smelling whatever the hell I squirted all over him. It should be gross, but it’s not.Not in the slightest. I didn’t know my body could even do that, but leave it to Brantley to be an overachiever.

I could stand here and make eyes at him all day, but then remember I have stuff to do and close the door, intent on heading straight to my office.

Except, when I turn around, Maverick and Wyatt are in the hallway, arms crossed, both staring at me with brows raised.

Oops.

“You can’t kiss me, but Brantley gets an afternoon delight?” Maverick pushes away from the wall and saunters toward me, his eyes flashing with heat as they travel the length of my body.

Wyatt joins him, the two of them boxing me in against Brantley’s office door. After what happened, I shouldn’t be as turned on as I am, but here we are. My defense, the three of them have been teasing me all week.

Wyatt leans toward me, a mischievous grin on his face. “I thought we were a one-time thing, baby girl.”

I open my mouth to reply but snap it shut when I realize I don’t exactly have a response. I could tell him I made a very long and girthy exception for his brother, but that doesn’t feel right. This whole thing is more, way more than I expected when I signed up for that stupid virgin auction site.

“What’s the matter?” Maverick runs his hand up the front of my throat, tilting my head up and toward Wyatt. He keeps his hold on my face, trailing his lips along my hammering pulse. “Boss got your tongue?”

I’d laugh if I was capable.

Wyatt’s thumb brushes along my bottom lip; the smile he gives me would have soaked my panties if I was wearing any. “Let us take you out tomorrow.”

I swallow, and Maverick’s hand flexes around my throat. “I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t.”

“I’m meeting June and some of the football players for drinks. We’re watching the hockey game, I think.”

Maverick bites down on my shoulder, and I can’t help the small whimper that escapes. “We like hockey. And bars. And you.”

I move to push him away, but once my hand touches his muscular chest, what’s left of my resolve crumbles into a pile on the floor. “The bar is open to the public; I can’t stop you from being there.”

Wyatt laughs; it’s husky, and damn if I don’t want to hear it again. “That’s a terrible invitation.”

A throat clears behind them, and I automatically stiffen. Wyatt and Maverick don’t move, not right away; they take their sweet ass time pushing away from me.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wallace, but I’ve got your meeting with the department heads set up in room three.” James gives the two of them a polite smile, one that falls from his face the second he sees me. “They’re ready for you.”

Much to my mortification, Maverick winks at me and James's frown deepens.

“No worries, Mr. Ellis, I’ll have that file emailed to you immediately.” I dance around the two of them, careful to avoid all eye contact, and run into my office.

It takes everything I have to move like a normal human being and completely ignore Brantley’s cum slipping between my thighs. James has been here for years, these guys respect him, and he’s very clearly not a fan of mine. Maybe I should try to make him some cookies. Except, this guy probably likes oatmeal raisin.

Very cautiously, I lower myself into my chair, my heart jumping into my throat when I see James loitering at my office door.

“Is there something I can?—”

“I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work.” He speaks slowly, each word dripping with disdain. “There’s no place here for girls like you.”

“What exactly do you think I’m doing?” Aside from sleeping with the bosses, but I don’t think I need to mention that. For all I know, he just thinks this is all a bit of harmless flirting. You know, something that girls like me do apparently.

---