Page 34 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

“All educated,” I added. “Independent. Open-minded.”

“Very true on all counts,” Sam said. “But there’s something more fundamental, something you both are missing even though it’s right in front of your faces.”

Sean and I shared an expression of confusion.

Then it hit me.

“None of them worked for us.”

Sam nodded slowly. “That’s right. They were all women we met through outside of any household social connections. And that meant when it came time to end things, we could do it cleanly. Gen, on the other hand, is not only working for us, she’s in charge of Bobby.”

“Right,” I said. “If things got messy, we’d have to let her go.”

“Or she’d quit,” Sam replied. “Last thing I want is for Bobby to have to be ripped away from the first nanny he’s had, especially one he seems so fond of.”

Sean sighed, running his hand through his hair. “You know, there’s another difference between her and the other women—she’s a hell of a lot younger than any of them.”

I thought the statement over. Sure enough, he was right.

I shook my head, taking a drink. “Fuck.”

Sam nodded in a way that made it clear the notion had already occurred to him. “Gen isn’t some random woman we’ve recently met; she works for us, she’s very young, and she’s my daughter’s best friend. I’ve known her since she was a teenager. The idea that we’re all sitting around discussing her in a sexual manner doesn’t feel right.”

He took another drink, seeming to let what he just said settle in his mind. “As we can all see, the situation is getting stickier by the moment.”

“It’ll be getting sticky if we’re lucky, too,” Sean said.

Sam shot him a hard look that shut him up without a word. In spite of myself I couldn’t help but chuckle.

Sean went on. “Listen, all I’m saying is that if she wants to do it, who the hell are we to be unaccommodating?”

Sam let out a loud laugh at that. “Oh, so it’s all about her, huh? How altruistic of you.”

Sean shrugged, shifting his weight from one side to the other. “Well, I think it goes without saying that we all want her like crazy. Right?”

I said nothing, Sam and I sharing a look that indicated we agreed with Sean. The point made, we turned our attention back to him.

“So, if we want her, and she wants us, then what’s the problem?”

“We just discussed the problems,” Sam said. “Emphasis onproblems, plural. It’s too much of a bad idea. End of discussion.”

Now, that would normally be it. Sam had unspoken veto power, and when he put his foot down, it was typically the end of the discussion. But Gen had me thinking differently. I didn’t want the debate to end just like that.

“No,” I said. “Conversation’s not over.”

Sam cocked his head to the side. “Is that right?”

“That’s right. We’re interested in her, she’s interested in us. And do you think we’re going to go through this whole summer ignoring these feelings? No, they’re going to build and build and build until they explode. Sam, you’re good about keeping a level head, keeping yourself in check. But you can’t honestly tell me that you’ll be able to spend the entire summer down in your workshop, can you?”

He said nothing, his eyes on mine.

“And Sean, youalreadycame close to screwing her right there on the damn beach!”

Sean nodded.

I swept my hand toward the hallway. “And she’s down in her room touching herself thinking about not one, not two, butallof us! I know we’re left-brained kinds of guys, but do we really think this is an issue that we can just shove in a drawer and forget about like an old graphics card?”

Neither of my brothers said a word. I went on.

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