Page 22 of My Boss's Sons

“If you’d run into one of us today under different circumstances, would you have been so adamant about staying away from us?” Ethan shot a look at Noah and then softened his voice when he looked back at me. “Honestly. Would you have wanted to run from us?”

The smart thing would’ve been to say yes immediately. I wasn’t a huge fan of lying, though, and my mouth didn’t want to form the lie. I tried. I couldn’t even make my head nod up and down.

“Exactly, Sophia.” Ethan stood up and stretched. “Can we shelf all of this for now? Noah isn’t going to budge and he seems to have met his match in stubbornness with you.”

I scoffed. “I’m not stubborn.”

Noah smirked at me. “Me, either.”

Alex and Ethan exchanged a look that made me want to demand an explanation for, but I kept my mouth shut. Instead of being nosy, I pushed myself back to my computer and logged in.Pulling up the email from Randal, I tried to make a game plan in my head for what I was going to do with the guys.

“Work time. Okay.” Ethan clapped his hands together and grinned. “Acquisitions. Pretend that we don’t have a few business degrees between us and explain your job to us. Please.”

I took in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. Work. I could talk about work and keep things in control. “Perfect.”

I should’ve known it would not be perfect.

19

***Sophia***

Noah sat back in my desk chair and steepled his fingers together as he smirked at me. “You created this? So, you’re fucking sexy, come like an angel,andyou’re brilliant?”

My cheeks heated and I straightened from where I’d been leaning against my desk. “Noah.”

Ethan stood on the other side of Noah. “No, he’s right. This is amazing. How did you manage to talk the city into providing these records?”

Forgiving Noah’s comment, I shifted forward, eager to talk about my project. I moved the mouse to a different tab and grinned. “That’s the thing. All these records are public. Obviously, in rural areas, things aren’t updated often and some communities haven’t moved things online yet, so that’s an issue. Some of the companies I’ve found that go on to bring in small fortunes have been from those communities, so it’s not a fool-proof program.”

Noah’s hand moved to my inner knee and trailed higher. “Your brain is sexy, Sophia.”

I was frozen, trapped in the fire that their touch stoked. I slowly dragged my tongue over my lips. “Noah…”

His knuckles dragged up my thighs until they pressed against my panties and I felt the damp silk press into my hot flesh. He hummed just under his breath. “You’re soaked. Tell me, Sophia, is this because of us? Or does work just get you off?”

Alex pressed into me from behind. “The workissexy.”

A knock on my office door startled me out of standing there like an idiot. I pushed away from them and strode to the door to open it. I must’ve looked like a deer in headlights because the moment Randal looked up at me, his jaw set and he stepped inside, putting himself between me and the guys.

“Are you okay?” He asked under his breath.

I nodded. “Fine. How was your lunch?”

He narrowed his eyes but went with me. “It was good. Rita was happy to see me. Thanks for that.”

I forced a smile and glanced back at the guys, just to see them watching me with heated gazes like they were waiting on me to dismiss Randal and finish what they’d started. “I have to run upstairs. Do me a favor and make sure they don’t follow me.”

Without waiting for an answer, I strode out of my office and headed straight to the elevator. I wasn’t going to be able to work that closely with the guys. Already I’d let Noah get his hand up my skirt, but more importantly, Noah already felt comfortable enough putting his hand up my skirt. I hadn’t worked my entire professional life to lose it all for a handsy guy with a hot body. Or three handsy guys with hot bodies and hot faces.

In the elevator, I had too much time to stare at my reflection in the mirrored walls. My hair was messy and I looked wide-eyed and pouty. I narrowed my gaze at myself and hastily fixed my hair and straightened my skirt. I narrowed my eyes even moreto try to rid myself of the Bambi look. I had never approached a meeting with Gerald Anderson with anything less than a steel backbone. I wasn’t going to start because his sons showed up.

Tiffany took one look at me when I approached Gerald’s office and held up her hand. “Mr. Anderson doesn’t have an appointment with you, Sophia. You need to go back downstairs and make an appointment. He’s a busy-”

For the first time in my career, I ignored all sense of decorum and blew past her. I let myself into Gerald’s office and ignored Tiffany’s demands for me to leave. I left the door open behind me and went right over to the chair I’d sat in the Friday before. Looking up at Gerald, I crossed my arms under my chest and nodded at him, letting him know without saying anything that I wasn’t leaving until he spoke to me.

Gerald didn’t seem all that surprised by my entry. He never missed a beat of his conversation, even when Tiffany stalked in. He only hung up when it was clear that Tiffany wasn’t leaving until I did. While looking at me, he barked at her. “Go back to your desk, Tiffany. And close the door.”

She huffed and slammed the door shut as she left. If Gerald was annoyed by her reaction, he didn’t show it. He just continued to stare at me.

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