Page 203 of Savage Bosses

Haddon gives me a warm smile. "If you haven't figured it out, we've wanted you with us for a long while. While your work is excellent, when you let your guard down with us, it's like the sun shines just a little brighter. We love being around you and when you weren't ours, we didn't want you to have a chance to be with someone else. Also, we just want to be around you all of the time. Please say yes."

I gaze at the three of them. Marsten, with his forever scowl face, softens as he looks at me expectantly. Haddon is still giving the sweet smile he always does, and Drew, well… he's sitting back in his seat with his arms crossed. But I can see the apprehension in his gaze. I take a deep breath. "Yes. I'm all in. Where do we go from here?"

Of course, I'm all in. They gave me the best time of my life last night. I don't know whether they were genuinely that good, or it was the first time in a very long time, but I was happy and spent when it was all done, and I am definitely ready for another round.

"What we've been doing; we'll just go out more together and spend more time together. Starting with the next couple of days. We'll spend a couple more days here and do some sightseeing. Do you have anything else planned that we need to get back home?" Drew asks.

I blink. This is the first time they've considered my feelings in anything at all. I'm shocked. I shake my head. "I don't. Ended up canceling everything I had planned with the time off I was supposed to have. All I want to be able to do is sleep in a couple of days."

"That will happen for the rest of the time we're here. One of us will get the contracts to the lawyers in the morning while you sleep in. Then we'll plan out our day when you wake up. How does that sound?" Marsten's voice softens as he asks.

I nod, smiling. "Sounds great."

"I get to sleep with you tonight," Haddon calls out, laughing. Marsten grumbles under his breath, and Drew sighs heavily, relaxing in his seat.

Marsten stands, moving over to me and sitting beside me. "We'll have to come up with a schedule. You'll have a key to our house just like we have a key to yours." He takes my hands, completely enclosing them in his. "This relationship of ours will take a lot of communication, and you'll have to be open with us, as we will with you. Can you handle it?"

I glance down at my hands that are being lovingly held inside his, then back up at the three of them. "I can handle it. But I do have one question. Why me?"

"As good as you are at your job, you're even better at handling us. You're direct and know what we want or need before we do. Whether it's a glass of water or a contract negotiation point. Last night proved to us you know us better than any assistant we've ever had. But you know you've been more than an assistant for a very long time. You work like you're a partner. Another reason why we paid you such a high salary with bonuses. Without you, a lot of the deals wouldn't have gone as well as they did," Drew admits.

Haddon sits on the other side of me, rubbing my back. "The best thing was you came to work, not to be our girlfriend. We've gone through so many assistants. Just when we think we've found the right one, they start flirting. Letting us know they want to be ours."

"I have yet to figure out why females feel we can't make a decision on our own. We're direct people. If we want someone, we'll let them know," Marsten grumbles, his hands tightening around mine for a second, before loosening. His thumb rubs against the back of my hand. "We don't ask women out for that specific reason. We just haven't found the right one until you. Time will move forward, and we can figure out how we work together.

I can get with that.

Relief fills me at her acceptance. After last night, I didn't know whether she would accept or not. When she told us what she has been going through up until today, I'm shocked that we didn't notice.

What would have happened if one of those men would have been successful? We would have definitely lost her.

Marsten has her hands inside his. He's relieved she accepted us. He's the most uptight of the three of us and worries so much more about things. That's why we allow him to go over whatever we're doing so many times. It keeps him grounded and feeling prepared.

Haddon rubs her back while reassuring her. He's what you would call a cuddly person. That's why we have to fight with him for our time. He just wants to hold onto her all the time. Always has to touch her. Which is fine with me.

I want to touch her too. So much, but I sit back and let them get their fill before getting mine. If my need becomes as urgent as theirs, then they'll step back and let me have my time. When we're out and about, I'll be the one to get my fill of my time.

I've been attracted to her since we first met her in the interview.

The thing is, after we've had so many assistants who would throw themselves at us, it made sense to step back and watch this play out. She could be someone completely different from what was shown in front of us.

But after all these years, she hasn't once thrown herself at us or tried to get more. She did her job and at times, I'm sure she's hated us for how we treated her. She even had a boyfriend for a little while and ended up breaking up with him because of us.

I listened in on the phone conversation where she broke up with him. I guess he wanted her to get us to invest in some business idea he had. He must have asked her one too many times because she ended it with him on the spot. Didn't say goodbye, just hung up the phone.

I'm jolted back to the present when she sits by me, her hand rubbing my arm. "What are you thinking about over here?" Her confidence and gentle smile confirm we made the correct decision in making her ours.

"I'm happy." Tilting her chin up, I place my lips on hers lightly. I lean back a smidge and then touch her lips with mine again.

A smile comes to her face as her eyes scan the three of us. "May I ask, how did you come to the conclusion to share one woman?"

Haddon starts. "You see, we all have a type."

"The same type," Marsten grumbles.

I chuckle. "It became a lot to manage a girlfriend and a business and life in general, so we decided to share. Tried it out with my first girlfriend, and it was great. We got what we needed, and she got what she needed."

"What happened with her? Why aren't you still with her?" Nixon leans back into my arm as I slide it around her shoulder.

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