Page 5 of Her Billionaire Bossholes

The more I watch her, the more I realize that I want to find out.

5

CHARLIE

Stay calm, I tell myself.Calm, collected, professional.

I keep my cool, not allowing any hint of a reaction to escape my expression as I witness the assumptions being made about me. It's frustrating to see such ignorance, especially in this biotech lab filled with supposedly smart individuals.

Does it really matter what my gender is? Maybe I should be used to that kind of reaction by now, but I assumed that people intelligent enough to run this kind of business would be smart enough to know that the information doesn't just fall out of my vagina. My breasts don't make me any less capable of saving someone's life.

"Well," the secretary begins, "now that you're all better acquainted, how about a tour of the facility for Miss Moore?"

I nod. "Yes, I'd like to get to know the space."

She grins, clasping her hands triumphantly. "Excellent! Well, each section of the facility is overseen by one of these kind gentlemen. I'm sure they are more than welcome to show you their areas of expertise."

I turn to the three men, taking in their appearances yet again. Mr. Thompson is dressed impeccably, from his tailored suit to his polished shoes, with a set of piercing eyes to complete the ensemble. Mr. Harris dons a charming smile, likely meant to disarm his prey, and a very fashionable combination of a black collared top tucked into navy slacks. Mr. Carter, the most reserved of the trio, wears the typical casual business attire, but his striking features make up for the loss.

No denying that I'm in the presence of three very eligible bachelors.

I feel Caleb step forward, apparently ready to take the tour himself. He looks up at me, and his kind brown eyes seem to simultaneously put me at ease and fill with anticipation. "If you'd like," he offers, "I can give you the tour first?"

"Might I use the restroom before we get started?" I ask.

The secretary nods. "Of course, of course! Follow me."

She leads me to a nearby bathroom and I take a deep breath before entering. Inside, the walls are painted in an off-white hue with black marble tile running along the bottom half of each wall for contrast.

Bracing my hands against the sink, I face myself in the mirror. This really isn't going how I expected it to. I mean, the first thing they said to me was about my gender! How ridiculous is that?

And, frankly... they're a lot more attractive in person than I thought they'd be. It's distracting. Like how Caleb's biceps bulge noticeably beneath his shirt as he gestures with his hands. Or how Leo's broad shoulders make me wonder what it would be like to wrap myself around them and dig in with my fingernails. Or noticing Jackson's perfectly tailored suit hugging his toned body in all the right places. His cologne is subtle yet alluring, making it hard for me to concentrate on anything else but being close to him.

But as I take a deep breath in and out, I remind myself that my focus should be on the job at hand. I shake my head, trying to clear the lewd thoughts circling my mind. I shouldn't be thinking about them like this, not in a professional setting. But as I stare at my reflection, I can feel myself getting aroused . It's like an itch that I can't scratch.

"Focus," I tell myself sternly, frustrated with the breathless tone that comes out. "Focus on the job. Do not jeopardize it just because you're horny."

This has never been a problem before. Usually, I work for older men who gross me out more than anything.

But these men are different. Young and attractive with magnetism that's hard to resist. It's like they have an aura of sexiness around them that's making it hard for me to control myself. It's like a recipe for disaster.

I splash some cold water on my face, hoping it will help me snap out of this trance, but it only seems to make things worse. My nipples harden as the cool water splashes against my chest, sending shivers down my spine. I bite my lip, trying to resist the overwhelming urge to touch myself right then and there.

With trembling fingers, I wipe off the water droplets from my face and take a deep breath, reminding myself that I'm here for a job. And getting involved with any of these men would only complicate things.

As I step out of the bathroom, I'm greeted by Caleb's modest smile. "Ready to start the tour?" he asks.

I nod, trying to contain the lustful thoughts that are still swimming in my head, but before I can speak up, the secretary's voice breaks through my thoughts.

"Oh," she says hesitantly, "if you need anything else myself or any of these gentlemen are more than happy to help." She gestures toward them then directs her attention back at me with a raised eyebrow and slightly pointed look in Mr. Carter's direction that made me raise an eyebrow in surprise – is she trying to set us up?

Now you're really being delusional, I drone in my head.Get it together!

"I will. Thank you." I smile politely in response before speaking to Caleb soundly but softly: "Lead the way, Mr. Carter."

6

CALEB

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