Page 7 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

She left with a smile, and I took another moment to stare at the seat, still in disbelief that it was mine. Sean smoothly took my carry-on bag and loaded it effortlessly into the storage area above my seat. I raised a finger of protest, but by the time the deed was done. I hadn’t managed to get out even a single word.

“Looks nice, but the best part is actually sitting in it.” Sean teased.

I turned to watch him plop down into his seat, folding his hands behind his head with a smirk on his face. “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.”

I was more careful in my approach, gingerly maneuvering to sit down as if I were going to break something. The chair was heaven—soft, light brown leather that I just sank into. It was so damn comfy, in fact, that I couldn’t help but let out a long, satisfied sigh.

The flight attendant reappeared, handing each of us a glass of champagne and I turned to see Sean leaning toward me in preparation for a toast.

“What’re we drinking to?”

He glanced aside, narrowing his eyes in thought as he considered the matter. “Now, that’s a damn good question. How about… to trying new things?”

I grinned. “I like that.”

We reached across the wide aisle and tapped rims before I raised the glass of bubbly my lips, the drink so tasty that I let out a moan of appreciation. The rest of the passengers filed on, and within ten minutes of receiving our drinks, the pilot came on the PA system to let us know we were about to take off.

The view outside my window afforded me an amazing view of New York below. I watched it as we took off, the sprawl of the orange lights seemingly endless. I smiled as I sipped my drink, knowing that I’d be back in a few months to start my dream career.

Sean let me know that he was going to be spending the flight sleeping or taking care of odds and ends on his laptop.

“You’re going to be working? Isn’t the whole point of early retirement that you don’t have to do that anymore?”

He chuckled. “Well, none of us ever really stopped working. We all have side projects that keep us busy. I’d go crazy otherwise.”

Sure enough, within minutes he had his MacBook out on his table, his expression serious as he worked away on whatever. What he’d said made a certain amount of sense—you didn’t get to be a billionaire by being lazy.Unless, of course, you were born into it.

He worked and I sipped, eventually grabbing the blanket from the little compartment underneath the TV and wrapping it around me. It was heavenly, a total contrast to the rough, scratchy blanket from the flight into Newark.

Once I was nice and comfy, I pulled up the movie selection on the TV, picking outThe Princess Bride,one of my go-to comfort movies, and sipping my champagne as I watched. Now and then out of the corner of my eye I’d glance over at Sean, who’d long finished his bubbly and had moved back to whiskey. As he sipped his drink and worked, I had to admit the serious, focused expression on his face was kind of sexy.

Get it together Genevieve. You absolutely cannot be thinking those kinds of thoughts. Sean might be hot, but that doesn’t matter. You’re going there to do ajob.

I let the thought settle in my mind. Even though I knew it was the truth, I still couldn’t help stealing glances of my bestie’s hot uncle. He was handsome and funny and charming, with a high-energy attitude that was totally infectious. I’d simply have to learn to appreciate all that in a platonic context, as hard as that seemed in the moment.

I finished the movie and enjoyed a surprisingly good dinner for an airplane meal. With a full stomach, my eyes started to feel heavy. I switched off the TV and reclined my seat, sinking further into the soft leather as I fell asleep with thoughts of the adventure to come.

* * *

A chime woke me up. I blinked hard, sitting up and looking around at my surroundings. The sight of the first-class cabin was surreal, and it took me a moment to realize where the heck I was. I caught sight of Sean in his seat, the laptop still open in front of him.

“Morning!” he said, tilting the screen of his MacBook down. “How’re you feeling?”

“Surprisingly refreshed.”

“Good to hear. A hell of a lot better than having two people jamming their elbows into you back there. Private plane’s better, sure, but this is the next best thing.”

I took another look at his setup—the glass of whiskey was gone and replaced by a cup of steaming coffee, but other than that it didn’t look any different than when I’d dozed off.

“Have you even slept?”

His fingers moved over the keyboard for a moment as he typed up a final thought. When he was done, he looked up at me with an expression of confusion on his face.

“Huh? Oh, I don’t really need much sleep.” Sean closed his MacBook and took a sip of his coffee, nodding to the window to my left. “I closed your shade so the sun wouldn’t wake you, but you’re kind of missing a killer view. Check it out.”

I stretched my arms, cracking my joints and smiling in satisfaction. The flight attendant came by, offering me some coffee. That in hand, I turned back toward the window and pulled open the shade.

I gasped at the sight. Down below was a long, endless coast, the shimmering blue of the water a perfect contrast to the green of the land, a narrow band of white forming the beach border between the two. I spotted little towns here and there, no doubt wonderful little coastal places with the salt of the sea in the air.

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