Page 11 of Broken Love

“Do you like it?” My voice grows deeper with the thoughts swirling in my head.

“I do.” She gives me her eyes, and I find pleasure in them. “I have this ready for you.” Placing her purse on the desk, she pulls out an envelope and hands it to Tucker, who is closer to her.

He takes it, his scowl deepening when he sees what’s inside. I assume it’s the contract, and she’s signed it. “Any questions?” I ask when my brother drops it on my desk.

“Nope. It was quite clear. I was hoping I’d be able to take a tour of the floors I’ll be most frequent on, though. Perhaps Kathleen could show me around, introduce me to some staff?” Her smile is charming but doesn’t reach her eyes. Did she want us to protest the contract?

“Oh, I’d love to. Jessica from Human Resources brings in the most delicious muffins on Monday mornings. Let's go snag one before everyone steals them away.” Windsor matches Kathleen’s excitement and follows her out of our office.

“Why do I feel like she’s just taken over the company?” I mutter to Tuck, who stares as dumbfounded as I feel at how they left.

“Probably because she’s got us by the balls,” he groans, dropping into his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Staring down the hall after them, I watch as Kathleen hooks her arm through Windsor’s, and I recognize that she’ll enthrall this office the same way she has my mind. This woman has no idea the power she has behind her stunning smile and intelligent eyes.

Fuck, I’m going to love watching her grow in our company. She’s the welcoming gift we’ve been needing for a long fucking time.

Tucker

Windsor is diligent in her work. Not only does she record our meetings while taking notes, but she also poses questions to clarify information by writing them down and showing us. She’s wicked smart for someone who’s never worked before.

My resistance to hiring her is a memory I wish to forget. She’s an asset we’ve been missing. As much as we love Kathleen, she doesn’t seem to have the keen eye for detail that Windsor does. Which is fine; she brought other things to the table that we will miss. Like her wry sense of humor and ability to calm an angry client and manipulate almost anyone into doing what we want.

For the last hour, Kathleen and Windsor have been at the older woman’s desk with their heads together, laughing occasionally. They are getting Windsor caught up on all the systems we use and setting up a company email for her.

“Dinner tonight?” Tan asks as he leans a hip against my desk, watching the women in the lobby of our floor.

“If she’ll go for it.” After being faced with that signed contract, it felt a bit like she’s off limits now. She put distance between us, and I think that has a lot to do with the fact that we didn’t call her after our night together—a mistake I’m sure we’ll come to regret.

Tanner glances at me and raises a brow. “You think she won’t?”

“I think she signed a contract. I think she’s a rule follower, and we made things pretty clear by not calling her, given the date she signed it was yesterday.”

My brother lets out a string of curses and storms off to the elevator, startling both women as he slaps the button to go up. They stare at him before looking back at me. I can only shrug as he enters the car, more than likely heading up to the company gym to work off some steam.

I should go with him, but I’m fascinated with watching Windsor work. The tinkling laugh when she figures out how to do something. The slight crinkle in the corner of her eyes as she listens to Kathleen speak. There’s this tiny mole on the side of her neck, right under her jaw, which has captured my attention as well. I don’t know how I missed it when I was kissing every inch of her body.

I feel a pulsing need to taste it now, to discover if she has more and where they are. I need to know every inch of this woman’s body, and I can’t do that if she rejects us.

I’m on my feet before I’ve even decided to ask her for dinner tonight—to celebrate her first day is what I tell myself, but it’s pure greed on my part. I want her sole attention on Tanner and me. I need it like I need air to breathe.

This woman has us in knots, and usually, I’d want to untie myself, but I have the feeling with Windsor, I’ll only want to tighten the cords.

“Help you with something, Tucker?” Kathleen shoots me a sly smile with her words, knowing me well enough to understand it’s Windsor’s attention I desire.

“Yeah, Windsor, we’d like to take you out for dinner tonight. Celebrate your first day here.” I give her what I hope is a charming grin.

Crimson blossoms in her cheeks before her eyes meet mine briefly. “Uhm, thanks for the invite, but I have plans with some friends already. Maybe I could order in lunch tomorrow instead?” Her offer is innocent enough but laced with meaning. She thinks I’m crossing the line because of the fucking rules we set in place.

“Sure, sounds good. You can order for the entire office.” Aggravation. Not only do I wonder who these friends are, but I’m annoyed she turned me down. Slapping the button for the elevator, I follow Tanner upstairs.

Windsor

Blowing out a deep breath, I cringe when the elevator doors close behind Tucker. He appeared so hopeful that I would dine with them again. It was only self-preservation that I hadn’t agreed. I wanted to. Badly. But not only is it against company policy, it’d be bad for my heart. The poor thing is already catching feelings for my handsome twin bosses, especially since I haven’t been able to stop thinking about our night together.

I grow flush with desire every time I sneak a peek to study either of them without being spotted, which isn’t often because I’ve found them watching me just as frequently. The attraction between the three of us is combustible, and I want to light a match and ignite.

Kathleen knows what’s up, too. The woman is whip-smart and has caught on to the tension in the air. Thankfully, she hasn’t commented on it, and I believe that’s only because today is my first day. But I don’t think she’ll hold out for too long.

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