Page 192 of Savage Bosses

Assholes.

Bachelors.

Incredibly successful.

Almost every woman we've come across has thrown themselves at the trio. Any woman would die for Drew's curly black hair, royal-blue, almond-shaped eyes, straight nose, and high cheekbones. His full lips top a dimple in his chin.

Closing the bathroom door behind me, I turn on the shower and start my morning routine. This is bullshit, but I keep doing it.

Haddon's sandy-blond hair is cut close to his head. Women melt in his round hazel eyes with green specks in them. Haddon's Greek nose shapes his face perfectly. Thin lips display a square jaw. Whenever he sets a cap low on his head, I have to admit, it's sexy as hell.

Then there's Marsten. Chocolate-brown hair that hangs below his shoulders. Hooded emerald-green eyes pierce your soul. An aquiline nose centers his face. His oval lips stay in a permanent scowl, and his goatee hides his chin.

After I'm dressed and back out in my bedroom, Haddon hands my coat and purse to me. "You're going to need this. It's cold there."

"Let's go." Drew's hand envelops mine as he tugs me out of the room. Marsten follows with my suitcase rolling behind him and out of the corner of my eye, I watch Haddon smooth a hand over my covers before trailing behind the whole group.

Drew allows everyone to get outside. He lets go of my hand, and Haddon takes my other one, urging me to the waiting limo while Drew locks up my house.

Marsten takes my luggage to the driver who is waiting by the trunk.

I'm stuffed into the car with the rest of them following me inside, and the driver takes off.

Marsten opens a file to the left of him and starts working. Drew checks out something on his phone, and Haddon leans into me, his head going to my shoulder. He snuggles in. "My shoulder," he mumbles, closing his eyes.

"Hey, you three never answered my question." Marsten and Drew look up from what they're doing, gazing at me.

Haddon tries to get closer to me. Although as tall as he is, he can't do much with his head on my shoulder. "What did you ask?"

"How did you get a key to my house?"

Chapter Two

H

addon reaches in to lift a sleeping Nixon out of the car when Marsten lightly clears his throat, his scowl deepening. He looks up, and Marsten's head moves back and forth.

Haddon frowns. "But—"

"You got her on the ride to the airport. I get to carry her in, and Drew gets to sleep in the bed with her. It's my turn." Marsten's voice is quiet but serious.

Haddon huffs, and I smile. He always tries to hog all of our time with Nixon. Part of the reason she doesn't get a day off.

Because we can't go a day without her.

It's also the reason we pay her so much. She can't go anywhere and make even half of what we pay her. Marsten's face softens as he lifts Nixon out of the car, and she stirs. He stills, and she snuggles into his chest, her breathing evening out again.

Trailing behind them and our luggage, I reflect on the beauty we employed but haven't claimed yet. Smooth amber-brown skin covers her body, and she has amazing almond-shaped gray eyes. Nixon's straight nose turns up at the end.

And her lips. Those full heart-shaped lips. I can't wait to feel them around my—

"Drew."

I blink, giving Haddon my attention. "What?"

"So, you're not a walking zombie. Give the lady the paperwork." Haddon motions to the lady standing at the steps to the plane, waiting expectantly.

Reaching my hand into my pocket, I produce the required paperwork and after she checks it over, we're allowed on the plane. Marsten scoots sideways down the aisle so as not to hit her legs. Gently, he places her in the seat and buckles in her seatbelt. Her eyes slowly open as he takes the seat beside her.

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