Page 51 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

“Even though I have a job at the MET, I’m kind of already planning my next move.”

“Makes sense. You want to move up in the art world, right? Maybe run your own gallery someday?”

She smiled, the mere thought seeming to lift her mood into the clouds.

“That’s right. I want my own little gallery in some place like Paris or New York, a spot where I can have the time and resources to find under-the-radar artists who are talented as hell but aren’t getting the attention they deserve.”

Gen sighed, shaking her head. “I must sound like a crazy person. I’m starting a job at the MET, a place where most art majors would kill to work, but I’m already planning five steps ahead.”

“That’s called ambition,” I replied. “It’s important to focus on the task at hand, give it the attention it needs. But what you’re talking about is the attitude that inspires greatness—always looking for the next big thing, always hungry for something more.”

My words seemed to relieve her. “Thanks. You guys would definitely know about that.”

“Never been one for patting myself on the back, but yeah. Sam and Sean and I have never been content with staying still. But that way of being does come with costs.” I nodded to the room around us. “That was kind of what this place was about, giving us a home where we could relax, enjoy the here and now, focus on the present.”

She grinned. “And how did that work out for you?”

“Took us about a month before we started working again.”

Gen laughed. “It’s kind of a curse then, ambition? You can do amazing things, but you always have to stop and focus on the moment when you can.”

“That’s exactly right. Kids are great for that sort of thing. They force you to stop and look at the world through their eyes. There’ve been days when my mind’s been racing, thinking about GPUs and semiconductors and international logistics, and then I’ll see Bobby totally content splashing around in the water and enjoying the sunshine.”

“You’re great with him, by the way. In case you didn’t know. All of you are.”

“Thanks. He’s only been here for a short time, but we already love the kid like crazy.” I placed my hand on hers. “And moments like these. They also help you appreciate the here and now.”

She smiled. As we shared a kiss, a strange, sudden thought occurred to me. Was this becoming more than just lust, more than simple fun?

Was there something deeper building?

I had a feeling I was going to soon find out.

Chapter 19

Sam

Two weeks later…

Imustered all the focus I had. Not a chance in hell I was going to embarrass myself again. I locked my eyes on the white golf ball before me, trying my hardest to blot everything out of my mind but the ball.

I pulled the club back and took my swing.

No good. Memories from the previous night flooded back into my mind, specifically the moans of pleasure Gen made as I had her bent over in front of me. The distraction was enough to throw my game off, athwicksounding out as I winged the ball.

I winced as I lifted my eyes to watch it sail through the air. It hooked hard to the left, traveling over the small patch of trees between the cliff and the course, then off into the waters of the Mediterranean. An annoyed sigh came out of me as I watched it vanish into the endless blue.

A sudden clap sounded behind me. I turned around to see Sean and Seth, Sean doing the clapping as Seth shook his head.

“Very nice, bro,” Sean said. “That was actually a little less drastic of a hook than the last one. You keep at it, and at this rate you might get one onto the green… in the next fifty swings or so.”

“Funny.” I marched over to the cart and fished out another ball.

“You know,” Seth said. “We don’t have to play all eighteen. We can break now and head to the club for some drinks.”

“We’re doing at least nine,” I said.

“Stubborn as always,” Seth replied with a grin.

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