“Get it together,” I muttered to the empty room.
But how was I to remain on an even keel when I’d spent the past week being intimate with three men who didn’t know about each other? I had tried to tell each of them, but I was interrupted every single time. My subconscious seemed to accept wanting all three men, while my conscious mind screamed that such an arrangement could lead to disaster. I could lose all three men and my job.
My clock wailed a wake-up alarm, and holy hell, somehow I was late for the seven a.m. safety meeting.
I threw off the covers and headed for the shower, hoping cold water would shock some sense into me. Then, after dressinghastily, I gathered my laptop and printouts and headed to the elevator.
For some reason, Marcus, the front desk guy, stood in the executive elevator.
And that was when things got very weird.
“Morning,” he said, his smile too wide, too familiar.
I nodded, keeping my eyes on the floor numbers. The doors slid shut.
We were alone.
“Heard you had quite the night,” Marcus said, stepping closer. “The tour is all anyone’s talking about downstairs.”
“It went well.” I shifted my laptop bag between us, creating distance.
“I bet.” Another step. He was invading my space now, close enough that I could smell his cologne—cheap and overpowering.
“You know, Tashi, you and I got off on the wrong foot.”
“I don’t think?—”
“I think we could be friends.” His hand reached out, fingers grazing my arm. “Good friends.”
I jerked back. “Don’t touch me.”
“Come on.” His smile turned predatory. “You’re friendly enough with the bosses. Why not share some of that warmth with the rest of us?”
Ice slid down my spine. “Excuse me?”
“Everyone’s seen the photos. The way they look at you and the way you look at them.” He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Must be exhausting, keeping three men happy. Maybe you need someone who doesn’t expect so much.” His hand was on my waist now, fingers pressing into my hip through the thin fabric of my dress.
“Get your hands off me.” My voice came out shakier than I wanted. “Now.”
“Or what?” His other hand reached for my face. “You’ll tell your boyfriends? Pretty sure they’d be interested to know you’re servicing all three of?—”
The elevator dinged.
Conference floor.
I shoved past him hard enough that he stumbled back against the wall. My laptop bag caught him in the ribs—accidentally-on-purpose—and I was out before he could recover.
“Bitch,” he muttered behind me.
I didn’t look back. Just walked as fast as my shaking legs would carry me toward the conference room, my heart hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears.
Marcus knew. Somehow, Marcus fucking knew about me and the Kolykos brothers.
When I entered the executive conference room, it felt different from usual. Colder.
I took my usual seat between Leo and Ares, trying to look like a professional who hadn’t spent the last few hours having raw, desperate sex with one of her bosses and then beating off an employee in the elevator.
Orion sat at the head of the table with an unreadable expression. Leo fidgeted with his phone. Ares looked like he’d slept in his office.
