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She nibbles the corner of her lip as she considers his words. I cross the room and take her hand in mine. “We’ve told you we won’t do anything to hurt you. Romantically or professionally. We need you to believe that.”

“I do,” she’s quick to respond as she gazes at me.

“But that doesn’t mean we’ll follow some hands-off rule of yours either. We’ll always be respectful, but you’re ours. And we’ll remind you of that every chance we get.”

Chance joins us and caresses her face. “I know this is new for you, beautiful. It’s new for us too. We’ve never been in a relationship like this, but we do take it seriously.” He strokes his thumb across her cheek and she leans into his touch. “You don’t have to be afraid.”

“And you don’t need to make excuses to keep us at arm’s length,” Noah adds. “You can enjoy us as much as we enjoy you.”

She finally smiles and relief washes over me. “Is that so?”

“Definitely,” I confirm.

Selena focuses her brown eyes on me. “Then how might I enjoy you right now?”

“Lose the clothes and get on your knees. I think you need to make me come with your mouth.”

12

SELENA

Weeks pass by in a blur and I’ve never been happier.

Once I finally let my guard down, these three men have shown me a life I never thought someone like me could have. We’re inseparable, drawn to each other like magnets and never being separated for too long. I thought it’d be more like a rotation, and I’d spend time individually with each of them. And while I do get that here and there, we all seem to be happiest when the four of us can be together.

For the last month, I haven’t spent a single night alone. We move from one of their places to the next, staying over at whoever’s penthouse is most convenient. At first, I kept making trips home to my own apartment so I could get fresh clothes or my toiletries. But now, they all have anything I might need at each of their homes, ensuring that I maximize our time together instead of wasting some of it traveling across town.

They never let me lift a finger when I’m with them either, something that is odd to me, considering I’m their personal assistant. But they remind me that my work day ends. Then I’m on personal time, which apparently is meant for being spoiled. I was content at the beginning, relaxing and letting them takecare of me. But I quickly became bored and wasn’t able to just sit around. It’s just not in my nature. It does make me feel pampered, though, and maybe I can get used to that.

Navigating the office has been tricky, but more fun than I could’ve imagined. True to their word, they remain respectful of my interests, knowing how important my career and professional reputation are to me. But that doesn’t mean we haven’t been sneaking off like teenagers anytime Ms. Abernathy is out of sight or the suite is empty for a few moments. It’s exciting and a bit reckless, but I’m loving every second of it. Although I have my suspicions that my coworker is on to us, I’m grateful she hasn’t said a word. I know I couldn’t lie to her. And, honestly, I’d be crushed if she thought any less of me.

My affection for these men is growing stronger every day. It’s surprising to find that I’m falling in love with not one, but three men. Then again, I’ve never been one to conform to conventional thoughts and beliefs, and I prefer to do what’s best for me in spite of what others think. The more I learn about each of them, the more I love them. I couldn’t imagine just choosing one.

So far, I’ve learned that Chance loves chess and he’s actually quite good at it. He used to compete in tournaments when he was younger, but now only plays for fun with the guys. He’s been teaching me about the game, and I must admit it helps me think more strategically. But he never lets me win and I’m grateful for that. I don’t want a pity victory. I want to know that when I finally beat him, it’s because I earned it and he didn’t just give it to me.

I’ve also learned that Brody plays guitar, but I suppose it’s not surprising, considering how creative he is. He doesn’t play often, and when he does, it’s usually in his bedroom when he’s by himself. I remember when I first heard him play, a beautiful custom-made Taylor that sounded like the sunset.

I appreciate that’s an odd description, but it’s what I imagine it must sound like when the sun finally meets the ocean’s horizon at some tropical beach paradise. Then he sang to me and I melted into a puddle of love-struck goo. If he wasn’t a chief marketing executive, he could easily have become a rock star. I bet women would line up to throw their panties at him on stage and I wouldn’t blame them one bit. I’d be the first in line.

And who knew that Noah also possessed a hidden talent he was keeping under wraps? Turns out the man is a whiz in the kitchen, and I guarantee he could give a few professional chefs a run for their money. I didn’t think he knew how to cook, since he was always ordering out whenever he worked late. But he did that for convenience and actually prefers cooking at home, yet his schedule very seldomly allowed him to do so.

All that’s changed now, since the four of us got together. They don’t book meetings past five anymore, except when they absolutely have to. And unless one of them is out of town for work, we spend every night together and most nights Noah cooks for us. We’ve occasionally gone out on what I assume would be dates, but most people probably think it’s just a business meeting between three executives and their assistant. If they only knew what we’re up to beneath the table or hidden in the shadows of a dark hallway. I’m sure some of those patrons would’ve been scandalized if they had any idea.

I look at each of them adoringly while they chat about work. We’re enjoying dinner together at Brody’s place and the meal is almost finished. Today was a long day in the office, so I’m happy we decided to stay in for the night.

Chance and Noah are talking when Brody nudges my elbow. “You okay? Did you get enough to eat?” He dabs at the corner of my mouth with his thumb.

“I couldn’t eat another bite,” I confess.

He frowns, glancing down at my plate. “You only ate half of it.”

My eyebrows lift and I smile. “My plate was practically heaping.” I laugh.

“You hardly ate anything today.” Noah joins our conversation. “You needed to make up for it.”

“I ate plenty. You guys are constantly shoving food and water in my direction every five minutes.”

Chance grins at me. “As we should. Gotta maintain those curves and keep you hydrated.”

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