Page 6 of Three Rugged Bosses and a Clueless Girl

“And if I could get an advance on my salary, please, that would also be great.” She smiled extra sweetly at them.

Chapter Five

Fucking hell, Marc Johnston roared on the inside. And by the looks on their faces, he knew his friends, his business partners, and the men he grew up with chorused his roar.

What the fuck did they do to deserve this fresh hell in a tight pink skirt and heels so thin it looked as if she were walking on the tips of her toes and nothing else? Her lips so lush and full they looked like cushions, and her eyes so stunningly expressive, she drew them in and didn’t let go until they were drowning in her.

Fuck.

Michelle Carter had no business being in the same vicinity as them. Alone.

Seeing her when Frank was around served as a reminder of who she was. Hands off. No excuses. No negotiations. She was Frank’s little sister. If they had sisters, the rule would stand silently amongst their friends without having to verbalize it.

But it became a massively impenetrable rule because the day Michelle turned nineteen and she looked up at them with those beautiful eyes, everything inside them changed.

Every single thing changed for them.

She flipped their world over in the blink of her eyes, leaving them startled and perplexed. They went home that night and drank themselves into oblivion, but it wasn’t enough to erase what they had seen from their one glance at each other.

They dreamed of Michelle, hot and stunning between them, so wet she quenched their dire thirst. So soft, they couldn’t breathe without knowing what their cocks would feel like inside her.

They were driven mad by the need to spread her open and feast on her before they opened her up to their cocks. Her pussy and ass opened to their three cocks inside her, fucking her so hard and deep, her sweet cries would tip them over until they spilled their cum inside her gorgeous pulsing body.

She became the only woman they wanted, and she haunted them constantly because they couldn’t have her.

But it was not going to happen. Never going to happen. They were not going to touch her, not with a ten-foot pole, if that.

So what the fuck was she thinking, coming here and begging for a job and then refusing to take no for an answer?

Marc just barely held off the urge to throw her out, lock the door to their site office, and dare not come out until she was long gone.

But no, the girl had decided to drop to her knees in front of them. That skirt was so tight, he wondered when it was going to split in half. But that wasn’t the only thought going through their heads. Seeing her kneeling like that had their cocks going from hard to concrete-hard, and throbbed so brutally that only her mouth could give them relief.

Fuck.

A job. She wanted them to give her their PA job. Was she fucking nuts?

They’d rather give her all their damn money than have her sit in the chair behind what was once Grace’s desk, just a few meters within their reach. Every fucking day. Breathing in her scent, torturing themselves with her presence. She would single-handedly turn them into beasts, and they would take it out on everyone and everything else in their path.

Hell no. They couldn’t call Frank to come and get his sister because he wouldn’t understand their need to remove her without them giving away the real reason she shouldn’t be in front of them. Alone. He might even suggest they give her the job as a trial. No fucking way in hell.

They knew what had happened to her food truck. Their first instinct had been to comfort her, take her into their arms, kiss her entire body slowly and softly, and then buy her ten, twenty, or thirty other food trucks.

So they did nothing at all except grunt that they were sorry when they had seen her at Frank’s yesterday while her cheeks were painted with some red gooey substance that seemed to drip down her face and an extra pair of eyebrows scribbled on her forehead, beautiful as ever

They had to handle the situation themselves, and the plan they’d come up with, all three of them silently on the same wavelength as if they shared one mind, was perfect. They were going to get rid of her and help her at the same time.

JKS Construction was their life. They’d started it from scratch, with nothing to their names in monetary value except what they could do with their bare hands.

Frank had preferred the stability of a job in an office and had become an accountant. They wanted to be their own bosses and started JKS with virtually nothing. Now, they were building a luxury hotel with a panoramic view of the city. It was going to be a fucking masterpiece with its marble accents and hand-carved finishings when they were done. Except for one thing. The one task they were sending Michelle on had a guaranteed failure rate.

She was going to fail. She would have to take their money, get a new truck, and start again. But there was no way Michelle Carter would ever work for them in this lifetime.

Keeping their hands off her now had already strained them to capacity, and they didn’t have the time to sit around her and entertain her antics without ripping off her clothes and fucking her right here in their site office.

Chapter Six

Right.

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