Page 29 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

“Yes,” came Mathilde’s voice through the speaker.

“Mind coming to the kitchen and watching Bobby while he eats? Guys and I are going to have a grown-up conversation.”

“D’accord. I will be there in one moment.”

Seth flashed me an expression of confusion. “What’s the story? What do you want to talk about?”

I gave myself a moment to think of how I wanted to put it. “I just… want to make sure we’re all aware of some ground rules about how things are going to go with—”

I didn’t get a chance to finish. The back door to the kitchen opened, Gen stepping into the room.

Holyshitdid she look good. She was dressed in an orange bikini, a see-through wrap around her waist that was somehow even sexier than if she’d only been wearing the bikini. Her middle was slim, her hips wide, her full breasts jiggling with each step. To make matters worse, her skin shimmered from where she hadn’t dried off the seawater.

She was stunning. So much so that I nearly let my mug slip out of my hand.

The smile faded from her face as she entered, glancing back and forth between the three of us.

“Sorry, did I walk into the middle of something?”

“Nope,” I said. A bit of a bend of the truth, but it wasn’t entirely false. We wereaboutto be in the middle of something, but we hadn’t started quite yet. “Well, kind of. I was asking the guys how they liked having you around as part of the team.”

The smile returned. “Well, if I would’ve known that I’d be walking into the middle of an evaluation, I’d have worn something a little more professional.”

Her words had the inadvertent effect of drawing attention to what she was wearing, as little as it might’ve been. My eyes automatically flicked down to her body, and I chided myself internally the moment they did.

“No evaluation,” I said. “Seems like we’re all pretty unanimous feeling that you’re doing a killer job so far.”

Her cheeks turned a tinge of red in that irresistible way. “Well, thanks. Happy to be a part of the team.”

“And I was about to talk about dinner, too. We usually have the staff make something, but I was thinking about doing it myself tonight. You a fan of pasta?”

“I would most definitely say that I’m a fan of pasta.”

“Perfect. I’ll be going into town in an hour or so, please put anything you’d like me to pick up on the fridge markerboard.” I glanced over at the other guys. Seth’s mouth was in a flat line, and I could sense that he was trying his best not to let his eyes wander. Sean looked like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

It was even more proof that we needed to talk about what was going on with Gen. The kind of tension I was seeing on Sean’s face wasn’t like him. I’d seen him put the moves on women he was interested in before, it was almost second nature to the guy. The more I thought about it, the more I got the impression that he was struggling with having to hold back, trying his best to keep himself in check.

“Great, will do. Gonna hop in the shower in the meantime, and I’ll think about if there’s anything I need. Thanks.”

With that, she waved a quick goodbye and started out of the kitchen. Right as she reached the middle of the room, however, Bobby dropped his fork and reached out for her with such intensity that he nearly fell out of his booster seat. He grunted as he reached, his little face tight with frustration that he couldn’t reach her.

“Aw, what’s wrong, cutie pie? You want to say hi?”

She hurried over to him, scooping Bobby out of his seat. The frustration melted from his face the moment he was in her arms. Once more, I couldn’t get over how natural she looked with him, how it seemed like taking care of him was second nature.

“Now Gen,” Sean said, finally getting his bearings. “You know it’s your day off, right? No work allowed.”

A warm smile came over her face. “Come on, with a kid like Bobby it’s hardly even work.”

A throat-clearing sounded, alerting us that Mathilde had arrived, the expression she wore one of all business, as usual.

“Looks like the Bobby situation is all under control,non?” she asked. “If you no longer have need of me, I’m more than happy to get back to what I was doing.”

“No, we still need you,” I said. “We were just telling Gen that a day off means a day off.”

Gen made a playfully pouty face. “Oh, OK. We’ll see each other at dinner, alright cutie?”

Bobby nodded affirmatively as Mathilde came over to take him from her.

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