“Oh, my god. Remy. REMY. These men are gorgeous. All three of them. Well, obviously all three of them—they’re triplets.”
“Jess, I promise you that nothing is happening between me and any of the Jacobs brothers,” I tell my friend, but I can’t hold back a laugh.
“I’m just saying, revenge could look a lot worse.”
“Jess, the triplets are off-limits. I’m not going to risk losing my job.”
“Who said anything about losing your job? I’m just saying, maybe keep an open mind.” Typical Jess advice. And it’s a suggestion I will be immediately ignoring.
I press my fingers against my eyes. “They invited me to dinner tonight to celebrate the fact that I just possibly saved them millions of dollars.” I don’t tell her about solving the breach because of the very strict NDA.
“What? That’s amazing! Congratulations!”
And then I start to unload some of my feelings. “I don’t know what to wear, or how to feel about the car. This is a lot, which is why I called you.”
“Okay, stop spiraling.” Jess’s voice shifts into practical mode. “Go to dinner, let them celebrate you, and wear somethingthat makes you feel confident. Just relax and have fun. You’re brilliant, and they recognized that. You earned this.”
“That’s actually good advice.”
“I know. I’m wise as hell.” She pauses. “Also, if things go well, remember that triplets probably have excellent stamina.”
“Goodbye, Jess.” I hang up, but I’m smiling despite myself.
CHAPTER 7
Breck
Remy walks into the restaurant, and I nearly knock over my water glass when standing up.
I have to force myself not to stare. Her copper hair is down for once, falling in waves past her shoulders, and all I can think about is what it would feel like wrapped around my fist. Her lips are painted dark red, and I’ve spent the last two weeks trying not to imagine what they’d feel like when she kisses, or how they’d feel against my skin.
Enzo notices how good she looks, too. He goes completely still, his phone forgotten in his hand, staring at her like he’s never seen a woman before.
Ansel rises more smoothly than I did, but I catch the slight hitch in his movement, the way his knuckles go white against the chair as she approaches.
“Sorry I’m late.” Remy stops at our table, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “There was some traffic. Thanks again for sending Joshua to pick me up.”
“You’re not late,” I tell her. “You’re perfect.” And I cannot believe I just said that out loud.
Her cheeks flush pink.
“I mean, on time. You’re on time.”
Ansel finally finds his voice. “You look incredible.”
“Thanks.” She smooths down her dress, and the movement draws my attention to the curve of her hips, the way the fabric stretches across her ass. “I wasn’t sure what to wear. I don’t do fancy dinners very often.”
Enzo pulls out the chair next to him. “You made the right choice.”
She sits, and I force myself to do the same, though every nerve ending in my body is hyperaware of her presence. I already know I’ll be thinking about that dress later when I’m alone in my room with my hand wrapped around my cock.
I know I shouldn’t be attracted to her like this.
She’s an employee, and she’s so brilliant that my brothers and I don’t ever want to risk losing her. And then there’s the fact that she used to date Damon, a fact that is starting to bother me more and more every time I think about it.
But fuck, I can’t stop thinking about her.
A server appears with wine, and Ansel handles the ordering, like always.
