Page 5 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

“Oh, maybe just a few words about how I’ve spent the last few years monomaniacally fixated on school and graduating at the top of my class.”

“And did you?”

She nodded. “For both my undergrad and my Masters.”

“Very nice. Well, working hard is the way to Sam’s heart.”

“That’s what he said. He was especially intrigued by my family history, how I came from nothing and ended up with a master’s from NYU.”

“Hell, now you’ve piquedmyinterest.”

She smiled. “Does that mean I’m going to have a second interview?”

“Nah. If Sam gave you the stamp of approval, that’s more than good enough for me. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to know more about you.” In a few short minutes of conversation, I’d found myself totally wrapped up in Gen. It took all the restraint I had to not hit on her, to not lavish her with sweet words until I had a chance to see what she had on underneath those skintight jeans.

Needless to say, a stunt like that would surely complicate the working relationship I’d be having with my au pair. I needed to keep myself in check.

Another pleasant silence fell, this one interrupted by the buzz of her phone on the bar. She leaned over, her eyes flashing wide as she read the number on the screen.

“Shoot. Normally I’d never take a call in the middle of a conversation like this, but it’s the MET.”

“The MET? As in the museum?”

She nodded. “As in the museum. I’m starting a job there at the end of the summer.”

It was yet another trait of hers to be impressed by. “Shit. Then don’t let me keep you.”

As Gen hurried past me, it was impossible to not turn around and sneak a peek at how she looked in those jeans from behind. Sure enough, she was curvy in all the right places—an athletic sort of toned that made it clear she took pride in her fitness.

Hard as it was to do, I pulled my eyes away from her and back to my drink. I glanced up to see the bartender sneaking a furtive glance at me. I’d only been flirting with her to pass the time. Being around Gen, even for a few minutes, was more than enough to make every other woman around seem almost drab in comparison.

I glanced over my shoulder one more time, spotting Gen standing off to the side, still in the middle of her phone conversation. I took my own phone out of my pocket, seeing that a text from Sam had come in to our group convo.

Yo! You on the plane yet or what?

I grinned, eager to share what had happened.

Hey, you guys seen Gen yet?

Sam’s response came quickly.Uh, yeah, she’s my daughter’s best friend. I’ve met her, remember?

Seth, my twin, replied.Just on Amy’s social media.Cute girl.

The pics don’t do her justice, bro, I said.

I glanced over my shoulder and spotted Gen coming back toward me.

She slid back into her seat. “All good?” I asked.

“Yeah.” I could tell she was relieved. “They just wanted some information for my HR file, no big deal.”

I tapped my finger on the bar, readying myself to ask my question. “I have an idea. I was about to tell my brothers that I bumped into you here, but I thought it’d be more fun to take a selfie.”

Her eyes lit up in a way that was absolutely irresistible. “Ok. And we have to send it to Amy, too.”

Without wasting another moment, I scooted my chair over and wrapped my arm around her shoulder. Gen moved in close, her lilac scent wrapping around me in a way that was totally intoxicating. It took all the concentration I had to snap the damn photo.

I sent the picture to my brothers and added the caption, “Feeling a little less upset that you guys took the private jet.”

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