Ares sat on the bed. “We’re not, but we’re also not stupid. The choice was fighting over you and destroying what we have as brothers…”
Orion sat on the other side of the bed, close to me. “Or sharing one perfect woman.”
“If you’ll have us,” Leo said.
“Sharing?” I said.
Orion gave me an endearing crooked smile. “Well, one of our problems with the ladies is that individually we are workaholics and couldn’t give a woman the time she’d like.”
“It has been a problem,” affirmed Leo. Ares nodded.
“This way,” Leo continued, “we can keep on with our work while making sure you get all the attention you need.”
“It’s a practical solution,” said Ares.
I drew my knees to my chest. Oh, sweet heavenly lord. Now, I was a practical solution. While all three were delicious, how could I be involved with all three for the long term?
“I—”
But someone’s phone rang. They dived for their pants pooled on my floor.
“It’s mine—a text,” said Ares. “Security alert.” His expression shifted from satisfied to lethal in seconds. “Kurt Wilder’s in the building. Main lobby.”
“It can’t be a friendly visit,” Leo said.
“Let’s go meet him,” Orion said.
“Good. A united front,” Ares said.
“You go ahead,” I told them.
Orion shook his head. “Oh, no. You don’t understand. You’re part of the management team. You’re coming.”
“You’re awfully bossy.”
“It’s my most endearing trait. Get ready.”
We took the executive elevator down. The ride felt endless, none of us speaking. My body still hummed with the memory of their hands, their mouths, the way they’d?—
The doors opened.
Kurt Wilder stood in the center of our lobby like he owned it. His smile reminded me of a shark. “Misters Kolykos,” he said, his smile sharp enough to cut. “All three of you. And Ms. George. How convenient.”
“Mr. Wilder.” Orion’s voice could freeze vodka. “This is unexpected.”
“It shouldn’t be.” Wilder pulled a folder from his briefcase. “We’ve received formal harassment complaints filed by one of your employees bringing grave allegations to our attention.”
“What harassment?” I said.
“It’s detailed in the complaint. There will be a formal Gaming Commission hearing in a week to determine whether, along with past problems, the Olympus Royale can keep the management team it has now.”
“You can’t do that,” I said.
Ares put his hand on my arm. “He can, Tashi.”
“My son told me how unstable you were,” Wilder said. “It’s easy to see now.”
My eyes widened, and Leo put his hand at my back. “Easy now.”
