Page 24 of Second Chances with my Billionaire Bosses

She let out a sad whimper. “Don’t let me go.”

Rhett stepped into the bathroom and nodded at me. “I’ll take care of her hair.”

I had her tip her head back so he could wash her hair and we would’ve stopped there but she made a negative sound. I cupped the back of her neck, thinking we were straining it, but she grunted again.

“Conditioner. You have to use conditioner.” She looked back at Rhett and the motion left her chest open for my eyes.

Despite fighting the urge, I glanced down and then slammed my eyes shut. I was already hard but seeing the full globes of her breasts dipping into the water between us sent so much blood rushing to my cock that I felt lightheaded for a second. “Jesus.”

“Keep your shit together, brother.” Rhett rubbed conditioner into Maxie’s hair and blew out a sharp breath. “Alright, Maxine, let me rinse this out and then we can get you back to bed.”

She went limp and sighed.

“Okay. Whatever you say.”

CHAPTER 18

Maxie

I startled awake at the sound of a muttered curse. My head throbbed and my mouth was almost painfully dry but I was instantly in prey mode. No one should’ve been in my cabin. How’d they get in? When I looked around, though, I realized I wasn’t in my cabin. My heart thumped harder until I recognized the figure coming towards me in the dark. Shep.

“Shit. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Did I wake you up?” He knelt next to the bed and reached up to press his hand to my forehead. “You haven’t run a fever in a while so it looks like you’re on the mend.”

I blinked at him, confused about what was happening. Where was— I gasped and then grabbed my head in both hands as it throbbed.

“Oh, god.”

“What? What’s wrong?” He pulled me off the bed and into his arms, cupping my face in his big hands. “Talk to me, baby.”

“I have to go home! I have so much to do. How long have I been here? I need to go.” I winced. “My head hurts so bad.”

He held me in his lap and tucked my head under his chin.

“You don’t have to go anywhere. You’re sick, Maxine. You aren’t doing anything except going to the bathroom and getting right back in bed. I’ll get you some medicine for your head.”

“No, Shep, I have work to do. I have—”

“Nothing to do.” He leaned back and looked me in the eye. “We took care of it.”

My stomach sank. “What do you mean?”

“Ryan St. John got a cake from the grocery store and we made him pay for it. The cake for the anniversary couple wasn’t as good as the one you would’ve made, I’m sure, but the couple loved it apparently and want you to get well soon.” He saw my eyes go wide and smiled. “Also, your brothers are feeding themselves and no one’s died from food poisoning yet. Some ofthe ranch hands are threatening to quit if Mills doesn’t learn to cook more than eggs and grilled cheese.”

“I have to go and take care of it. I need to apologize to Ryan and Janet Parris. I can—”

“No.”

I snapped my mouth shut and just stared at him for a few seconds.

“What do you mean?”

He stood up and pulled me to my feet.

“I mean no. You’re not going anywhere, especially to work. You’re sick. And since you can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, we’re stepping in. You’re on house arrest until you’re healthy again. Don’t think your brothers are coming to save you, either. They know you’re here and they know we’re forcing you to stay in bed until you’re better.”

The throbbing in my head was too much. I couldn’t fight with him when I couldn’t think straight.

“This doesn’t make sense.”

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