Page 1 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

Chapter 1

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“OK, which twin is which again?”

Even through the din of the airport bar, I could hear the wicked cackle of my best friend Amy loud and clear.

“What’s so funny?” I took another sip of my virgin Bloody Mary and sat back, suddenly feeling totally overwhelmed by the whole thing.

Was I really about to get on a plane to spend my summer working as a nanny in the freaking French Riviera?

Amy, her pretty face beaming through my phone, regained her composure.

“Nothing. Just that you’re acting like you’re studying for the bar or something.”

“Well, I like to be informed. Especially when I’m on the verge of starting a job as big as this.” I took one more sip of my drink, letting the rich, savory taste linger on my palate for a moment before swallowing it down. Part of me wanted to order another one, asking the bartender not to hold the booze. But I knew myself well enough to know that booze and planes didn’t mix.

“Also, any information you could possibly want to know about the guys is on social media. If you had one of those platforms, and I meananyone of thoseplatforms, you could read up on my dad and uncles all on your own. You know, like a normal person?”

I laughed, Amy smiling along with me over FaceTime. “Come on, you know I’m anythingbutnormal. And social media is a total waste of time. Like, you’re telling me that I should be putting pictures of myself online so people can, what, click a little heart next to it so my dopamine goes up for a second? Please. Oh! And that’s not even getting into the idea of some perv doing you know what while looking at them.” I shuddered.

I sat back, casting a glance out of one of the many towering windows of the terminal, watching as a huge plane slowly moved through the darkness of night, the lights on its wings flashing as it pulled away from its gate and started toward the runway.

“I know that look,” Amy said. “That’s the major self-doubt expression.”

“Oh my God, is it that obvious?”

She grinned. “Only because I’ve known you for so long. What’s up?”

“Just thinking about the timing of all this. I feel like I majorly screwed things up by taking this job.”

“How? I mean, a summer in the French Riviera? Most people would not consider that a screw up in the slightest.”

“Yeah, but most people wouldn’t be putting off the opportunity of a lifetime in taking it.”

She made apsshnoise, waving her hand through the air.

“Oh, come on. You know the MET is dying to have you work for them.”

“You say that like I’m some well-established artist and not someone fresh out of college with an art history degree in hand, landing her first job.”

She held up two fingers. “That’stwodegrees in hand—English too, girlie. Don’t sell yourself short.” Amy sat back in her chair, grabbing a big, red mug of tea and lifting it to her lips. “And besides, you asked if it’d be possible for you to wait until the end of summer to start, and they were totally fine with it.”

“Yeah, but what if… what if it’s a test or something, you know?”

She tilted her head to the side in amused confusion. “A test?”

“Right! Like, they want to see just how eager I am to start. So, even though they said starting at the end of summer would be fine, I actually already failed the test.”

Amy let out a laugh loud enough to catch the attention of nearby bar patrons even through the tinny speaker of my phone.

“You’re being so paranoid. Think about it—it’d be way less work to just not offer you the job at all. No, that assistant curator position is yours, so stop talking yourself out of it.”

Right after she finished speaking, a text popped in from the top of my screen. My stomach clenched when I saw that it was from my ex, Mark.

Can we talk for five minutes? Please?

The look on my face must’ve given it away because an expression of concern appeared immediately on Amy’s features.

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