Page 89 of Royally Tempted

What started as probably the hottest, dirtiest, most inappropriate office fling in the history of workplace flings had turned intoso muchmore. I knewjustenough of the details to go red in the face whenever I thought too much about it.

Hey, you would too if your best friend was involved in a relationship withtwogorgeous, protective, dominant men who had at one point been herbosses.

I say “used to be,” because as their relationship had bloomed into what it was now, Sasha had moved from secretary to actually co-runningthe biggest corporation in the city with Luke and Jordan

I could onlyimaginewhat board meetings were like.

People have all sorts of ideas in their heads about what a relationship should be, but Sasha, Luke, and Jordan proved them wrong. Was is nonconforming? A little different? Apt to make people blush and whisper in public when they noticed howclosethe three of them were? You bet. Did any of that trio really give much of a shit?

Nope.

“That was different,” I said primly, sipping my wine.

Sasha laughed. “Oh really? Why, because I slept with them?”

“Because they’rehot!”

I turned red the second I said it, rolling my eyes at myself as Sasha burst out laughing.

“Well? Maybe the guy running — what’s the name of this place?”

“Camelot Holdings.”

Sasha paused, furrowing her brow, looking like she was thinking it over before she shook her head.

“I’ve heard of the company but I know the CEO stays pretty private. Anyways, who knows? Maybe he’s gorgeous?”

“And maybeusuallysleeping with your boss gets you fired.”

Sasha winked at me. “Gotta take chances, lady.”

“I gotta takeemployment, first,” I grumbled.

“YouknowI’ve got a job for you, right?” Sasha put down her soda water and gave me a look. “I mean, you don’t even have to ask; it’s done.”

I smiled as she reached out and squeezed my hand.

“Thanks, honestly. But you know that’s a little too close to home.”

“Too close to home, or too much for your A-type personality that justhasto go find her own way?”

Sasha winked at me, laughing as I flipped her off playfully.

“Both,” I said, grinning. “It’s enough that you’re putting me up in theinsanehouse, you know.”

When Sasha had first gotten together with Luke and Jordan, they’d all lived in the guys’ penthouse on the top floor of Stone and Steel Holdings. Eventually though, they’d moved out and into this sprawling,gorgeousplace.

She grinned. “Hey, it’s notthatselfless of me. I get lonely and spooked being in his place all alone while Luke and Jord are off in London.”

“How’re the acquisition negotiations going?”

She shrugged, waving her hand. “Oh, fine. You know them; they get what they want.”

I winked at her. “Apparently.”

“You’re a pessimist.” My friend sighed as I glanced over the job description again on the laptop in front of me.

“I’m arealist,” I said indignantly, sipping wine. “Why the heck would a secretary and personal assistant job that pays so well be up for grabs?”

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