He lowers me slowly, my body dragging against his the entire way down. When my feet finally touch the ground, his hands are still on my waist, thumbs tracing small circles that make my skin burn even through the fabric of my blouse. He’s so close I can feel the heat radiating off him, feel the way his muscles tense, like he’s restraining himself.
His eyes lock on mine, intense and wanting.
“We’re celebrating.” His voice drops lower, rougher. “Dinner. Tonight. Somewhere expensive where I can watch you pretend the menu prices don’t make you nervous.”
“I have work,” I tell him.
“Work can wait.” Enzo steps closer, and suddenly, I’m flanked by all three of them.
“You just saved us millions and a PR nightmare,” Ansel chimes in. “We’re taking you to dinner.”
The heat from all three of them is overwhelming. Breck still hasn’t moved his hands from my waist. And Ansel and Enzo are close enough that one slight lean in any direction would close the gap entirely. My breath catches, and I know they all hear it from the way their bodies go still.
“Okay,” I manage, my voice coming out breathier than intended. “Dinner.”
Breck’s grin turns absolutely wicked. “Perfect. You can drive your new car home, and then Joshua will pick you up at seven.”
He finally releases me, but the heat from his hands stays long after he’s stepped back.
I wait until they’ve gone back inside before pulling out my phone. My breathing is still erratic from adrenaline, from the breakthrough, and maybe from Breck’s hands on my waist.
I need to talk to someone who isn’t paying my salary or making my pulse race.
My best friend answers on the second ring. “Please tell me you’re calling with good news, because I just sat through the worst client meeting of my life, and I need a win.”
I don’t bother with a cheerful greeting. “Jess, they bought me a car.”
Silence.
“Jess?” I ask, looking at my screen to make sure I didn’t accidentally hang up. I put the phone back to my ear.
Finally, she speaks. “I’m sorry, what? Who bought you a what?”
“The Jacobs brothers. They bought me a car. A really, really nice car.” The words tumble out faster now. “It’s sitting outside my office right now with my name on the title.”
“Okay, back up. Start from the beginning. Why did your bosses buy you a car?”
I lean against the building, watching traffic pass. “They said it’s company transportation. For safety.”
“Safety.” Jess snorts. “Normal companies give you a parking pass, not a luxury car.”
“They said?—”
Jess cuts me off. “Which one of them likes you?”
My cheeks heat. “What? They don’t like me! Well, not in the way you’re insinuating.”
“Remy. Three billionaires don’t buy cars for employees they’re not interested in. Is it all three? Oh, my god, all three of them like you.”
“Jess—”
“This is perfect! What a way to get back at Damon. He cheated on you, and now you’ve got three billionaires who are trying to impress you.”
“No.” My voice comes out sharper than intended. “They don’t like me like that. And I’m not here for revenge. In fact, I’m actively trying to avoid Damon as much as possible.”
“Yes, I know you always want to do the right thing.” I hear typing in the background. “Wait, I’m looking them up. I want to see what they look like. Hold on.”
“Jess, please stop.”
