Page 2 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

“Oh no,” she said. “What’s he saying now?”

I let out a snort, shaking my head as I tried to figure out if I should say anything back to him. As I did, another message popped in.

Just five minutes. I just want to ask you one question. Please.

The message was followed up by one smiling emoji and a pair of hearts. I guessed that was his way of trying to make the text less tense, but it only served to make his request even more unsettling.

“He’s trying to get me to talk to him,” I said. “Doing the nice guy act again.”

She scoffed. “Well, lucky for us, we both know by this point that the nice guy act is just that—an act—before he goes into his crazy person routine. Maybe it’s time to block his number and be done with it?”

I sighed, setting my phone down just as another message came in. That time I didn’t even bother reading it, instead swiping the message away the second it appeared.

“I’m hoping that once he realizes that I’m gone for the summer he’ll lose interest. If he doesn’t, at least I’ll be thousands of miles away and then in New York when I get back.”

“Right. Mark’s in the past, and your attention should be totally on the future. Seriously, the MET? You should be out of your mind with excitement!”

I grinned. Thankfully, Mark didn’t text again, which allowed my thoughts to return to where they needed to be.

“I still can’t believe it, it’s like they made some mistake or something.”

“Imposter Syndrome 101, my friend. Listen, I’ve known you for forever which means I’ve had a chance to see up close and personal just how amazingly talented you are, and how hard you bust your butt when you need to get something done. Of course they’d want to hire you!”

My cheeks tinged a bit red. I’d never been good at taking compliments.

“Thanks, Aim.”

“Well, sure. The point is that you shouldn’t, not even for a second, be thinking that you don’t deserve the amazing things that are happening to you.”

“Thanks. I mean it, really. But you’re going to give me a huge head if you don’t stop.”

She laughed. “OK, fine.”

“And besides, instead of you puffing up my ego, I ought to be asking you more about your family, you know, since I’m going to be staying with them all summer.”

“OK, my family…” She trailed off, as if not quite sure where to begin. “Dad, you already know enough about him.”

I laughed. “Yes. Sam Bradshaw, tech genius, billionaire, extraordinaire, and all that.”

Amy giggled. “Yeah, that about sums it up.”

I opened my mouth to ask about her uncles, but the sight of someone sitting on the far side of the lounge stopped me.

The man was tall, with broad shoulders and sandy-blonde hair framing a face of perfect angles and a strong jaw. His eyes were narrow, though his mouth carried a sly smile. He was dressed in a dark green Henley shirt and navy chinos, the buttons of his shirt opened enough to expose a hint of square, solid pecs, his sleeves rolled up around thick, toned forearms.

He flicked his fingers up in a cool, casual sort of way to get the bartender’s attention. She hurried over, a tinge of blush to her cheeks that suggested she’d also noticed how good-looking he was.

“Hey, Gen? Yo, Gen!”

I shook my head quickly, coming back to the moment.

“Oh! Hey, sorry.”

Amy grinned. “What does he look like?”

“What?”

She laughed. “You heard me. I’d know that look anywhere, that’s the ‘an insanely hot guy just walked into the room’ look. So, what does he look like?”

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