Page 15 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

I was thinking of Genevieve.

There’d been no doubt that she was something special; I’d discovered that much the few times that I had met her through my daughter. And over the course of our phone call, she’d impressed me even more. She was bright and thoughtful, and the CV that she had sent to me prior to the call made it clear that she possessed the responsibility and industriousness that a job like taking care of Bobby would require.

The only problem being because she was so damn beautiful, she was bound to be a distraction. A very taboo one on so many levels. Not only was she in our employ, but she was also my daughter’s best friend. Had I made a mistake in bringing her over for the summer? I cleared my throat, looking out across the sea as I liked to do when I needed to straighten out my mind.

Coffee. It was early afternoon, my usual time for another espresso. I turned my focus back to the task at hand.

Next up was grinding the beans. I sealed the lid and pressed the button to start. I watched as the machine whirred to life, the grinder transforming the beans into a fine powder, my eyes flicking over to the digital readout that displayed the precise weight.

Once that was done, I moved the espresso over to a portafilter, tamping the grounds inside with a quick flick of my wrist. Muscle memory guided my movements with practiced ease as I snugly fit the portafilter into the espresso machine’s holder.

The beans ready to go, I placed my cup, a delicate, handcrafted clay vessel made by a Japanese artisan, into position, and hit the start button. The machine hummed to life, and as soon as I was freed from the work of preparing, my mind again went to Gen. I found my thoughts lingering on the way she looked in those jeans, her hips round and practically straining against the denim. I thought of her lips, plump and full, situated underneath her button nose.

Only a softdingfrom the machine snapped me out of my thoughts. I lifted the cup from its position, gazing down into the oak-colored froth of the espresso. The scent was lovely, rich and complex and earthy, and I took a slow sip.

Delicious.

“You done yet?”

My eyes flashed as I turned around, nearly spilling my drink onto my hand. Sean stood at one of the entrances to the enormous kitchen, his arms folded across his chest as he regarded me with a grin.

“I swear,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s like you get sick pleasure out of breaking my concentration.”

“Only a little.” He stepped over to the towering stainless-steel fridge, pulling out a can of Liquid Death and cracking it open. “And besides, I waited until you were done making it, didn’t I?”

I took another sip of my espresso before answering, letting the flavor linger on my tongue before swallowing it down.

“Plus,” he raised his finger. “We were going to talk about business stuff after welcoming Gen.”

He had a point. “You’re right. Where’s Seth?”

“In his office.”

I cleared my throat and spoke. “House, please locate Seth and let him know that we’re meeting in my office right away.”

A series of soft, blue lights illuminated in the particular pattern they did whenever a message had been received.

“Let’s go.” I nodded to Sean, and we were off.

Our offices were all on the third floor. Sean and I made our way there, Seth stepping out of his own office just as we passed.

“There a reason why we’re meeting inyouroffice?” he asked as he joined us. “I was already in mine.”

“Mine’s nicer,” I replied with a grin. “And the view’s better.”

Seth chuckled a bit to himself, he well knew by now that there was no point in arguing with his older brother.

We stepped into my office, the clean, orderly nature of it setting my mind at ease right away. It was a large space, affording a sweeping view over the estate and a panoramic across the coast through the wall-to-wall floor-to-ceiling windows.

Sean took a swig of his water and plopped into one of the Barcelona chairs in the sitting area. Seth did the same, easing slowly and deliberately onto the couch. I sat on the edge of my desk, throwing back the last sip of my espresso and carefully setting down the cup before beginning.

“So, we’ve got a few things to discuss. Let’s start with the most pressing, the newest member of the staff.” I nodded to Sean. “I’ve been able to spend brief amounts of time with her through Amy, but you had a full nine plus hours with her on the flight. What’s your impression?”

“Hope you found out something because she’s got nothing online,” Seth said. “I know you guys were against hiring a PI to find out more about her, but still. How the hell does a woman her age havezerosocial media presence?”

Sean shrugged. “Does it matter why? Maybe she prefers to keep her private life private.”

“Is that the impression you got from her?” I asked. “Amy has mentioned to me before that Gen is not a fan of social media.”

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