Page 61 of Second Chances with my Billionaire Bosses

“You know I’m the big sister, right?”

“And?” She tipped her chin up. “I write love stories for a living, Maxie. I know love when I see it. Get your head out of your butt and start your life with those bad boys.”

“We brought a gift to help you along. It’s on the porch.” Nellie grinned. “Compliments of the Dolls.”

“You can’t just bully me into a relationship.” At least I didn’t think they could.

“We’re not going to leave you alone, Maxie. Not anymore. We’re your sisters and we’re here for good, to help take care of you and to help you make the right choices for yourself. Those guys are the right choice for you. Or…if they’re not, walk away from them. Now. Today. You can move in with us and start selling your baked goods full time, like you should’ve been doing all along anyway.”

I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest. The idea of moving away from the guys didn’t sit well with me. I couldn’t leave them.

“That’s what I thought.” Vera laughed heartily and stood up to hug me. “We arranged for you four to have a private date at the diner tonight. There’s a dress and shoes waiting for you with the basket of toys we brought.”

I stammered.

“Basket of toys?”

“Welcome to Doll’s Club, babe. Where the women are wild and the toys are wilder. There’s a vibrating butt—”

Nellie and I both shouted Vera’s name to get her to stop talking. Nellie sighed and shook her head.

“That’s my cue to go home and get away from you two.”

I started to panic.

“Wait. I can’t just… A date? That’s crazy. I’ve never been on a date.”

There was a growl from behind me that made me jump. I turned to see Arlo standing a few feet away.

“You’ve never been on a date? We’re going to fix that.”

Vera fanned herself.

“I cannot wait for these six weeks to be over. I am ready to start humping the walls. I have to go. Have fun, Max. Be good to my sister, Arlo. I know you will be.”

“Love you, Maxie. Have fun tonight!” Nellie linked arms with Vera and they both strolled out of the barn like they hadn’t just shaken my world onto its head.

I looked up at Arlo and took a deep breath.

“We don’t have to—”

“We’re taking you out. It’s a crime that we haven’t already. Let’s go get ready, sweetheart.”

CHAPTER 43

Maxie

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to kiss or smack my sisters. The dress they’d left for me was nothing I ever would’ve picked, not in a million years. The tiny black dress dipped low in the frontandback, meaning I couldn’t wear a bra with it, and it also stopped several inches above my knees. The black heels they left were going to be the cause of my death, I was sure. When I looked at myself in the mirror I didn’t know if I wanted to scream or strut through town. My curves were on display in a way they’d never been before.

Between the dress, the heels, and my new hair I looked like someone completely new. I looked daring and bold, even sexy. Okay, maybe I wanted to kiss my sisters for leaving me the world’s sexiest dress. As nervous as I was about the idea of accepting forever from my guys, I was thankful I could go into our date feeling like I was on their level.

I stopped before leaving my room, taking a moment to think about what I was doing. Going on a date with them felt significant, like I was agreeing to what they wanted. No more talk of surrogacy, which I could admit had been a stupid idea. How I thought I’d be strong enough to have their child and then walk away was beyond me. There was no way. Was I ready to take a chance with them, though?

I looked at myself in the mirror once more and saw a stronger woman staring back at me. I’d already taken a chance with the guys, hadn’t I? I’d opened myself up to them and let them in. I’d faced a lot of crap with them at my back. They loved me. Enough to openly tell me without fear of being rejected.

No more running scared from the truth. I took a deep breath and stopped chewing on my bottom lip. I was ready.

The guys were waiting at the bottom of the stairs for me and when they saw me I wasn’t sure we were going to make it outof the house. The looks on their faces were primal. They wanted me. I’d never truly felt powerful in my femininity before but they made me feel like a goddess.

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