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“Are they really a thing? You name one person you know who shares multiple men, and everyone is okay with it.”
“I used to work for four brothers who shared a fiancée.”
“That’s illegal for one!” I point out, but he shakes his head, smiling.
“The four guys are in a relationship with her. She is only legally marrying one of them; the others are having their relationship blessed. But to them, they will be married to her; they are all very happy, and so in love, it's almost sickly,” he smirks. I shake my head as I can’t believe what I’m hearing. It’s just madness. How can one woman be with multiple men and them all be happy with that?
“Anyway, it’s not like you would be sleeping with us all; you don’t have to sleep with any of us; we will just enjoy each other’s company and share a few drinks,” Calvin says as he shrugs and goes back to the task at hand, the id cards.
“Just think about it; it could be fun,” Drew says beside me as he takes an envelope from me. I look from him to Calvin and know I could have a laugh with them. But then I look at Logan and frown.
“What do you think about it?”
He shrugs his shoulders whilst tapping away on his keyboard.
“Doesn’t make any difference to me. Like I said, I’m not looking for a relationship, just someone who can help me break the ice at the meetings and events.”
We all go back to our little tasks, working silently as my mind tries to process everything they just offered me. I look around at the three guys and know any girl would be begging to stand beside them. They are funny intelligent, and could protect me and Luna if needed. They are not bad to look at, but am I really considering pretending to be their date? I think I need to sleep on it because right now, I’m struggling to find a reason not to.
11
Logan
“Houdini, wake the fuck up!”
“I swear to God, Bambi. I will kick your ass, I’m sleeping!” I growl as I turn onto my stomach and hug my pillow to my head.
“I wish I were too, but this is an emergency!” Drew shouts through the door whilst banging on it. I curse loudly as I climb out of bed and storm to the door bullock naked. I throw it open and am ready to punch Drew in the face when he holds up his phone and shows me the screen.
“That’s not a fucking emergency, Bambi. Now fuck off!” I turn to slam the door, but he puts his foot in the way.
“Yes, it is! Pippin’s out with Jason O’Reilly trying to find out what’s been going on in that basement and I have to train the recruits, which leaves you to go and see Young and go through how many people had been given access to areas they shouldn’t have been in.”
“I will do it tomorrow, one day isn’t going to make a difference. Or I will email it to him when I get up,” I groan climbing back into bed.
“He doesn’t want an email. He wants to speak to you in person.” Drew grabs the bottom of the bed covers and pulls them off me.
“Bambi, back off now. I’m about to lose my mother fucking shit!”
Drew backs away with his hands up.
“Fine, but if you lose us the biggest contract we have to date, you’ll have to find us another one!” He snaps slamming the door as he leaves.
“Fucking bastard, asshat of a prick!” I yell, climbing out of bed, grabbing my towel, and charging towards my bathroom. “You better at least have the coffee brewing!” I shout, knowing full well he will hear me.
???
I storm from my bedroom ten minutes later showered and in clean clothes. My mood is no fucking better though. I’m exhausted and can’t deal with people right now. Why can’t he accept an email like ordinary people? Who likes to have face-to-face conversations these days? No fucker that’s who! But, of course, I have to be up after three hours of sleep to sort shit out.
I look around for Drew and see a note next to the coffee pot, which is full.
Gone to the office block.
Try not to kill anyone or get us fired.
How the hell are he and Calvin still going? They mustn’t have even been to bed yet. They have always been able to go days without sleep, whereas I turn into the definition of asshat if I’m tired. I hit my limit of 28 hours last night and came home to die.
Pouring myself a large coffee, I check my emails to find the one Calvin has forwarded to me.
