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Jensen Michaels is the current CEO of Grayson News Corp. I’ve never met the guy, but he’s considered a god in some circles. The devil in others. “Yeah, well, he doesn’t really speak to us in the mail room.” I shrug. “But it’s good to know there won’t be any layoffs.”
West takes a sip of his wine. He could be blowing smoke up my ass about the whole job thing, but I don’t get that vibe from him. In fact, I don’t get a bad vibe from any of them, not even Zeke’s grouchy ass. I’ve spent a large portion of my life surrounded by cruel men who do terrible things, and I’m good at reading people. The Unholy Trinityhave been impeccable hosts. Or dates. Whatever this is. They’ve welcomed me into their beautiful home, cooked me a lovely meal, and been the perfect gentlemen. I mean, that latter part is kind of a shame because the three of them are insanely hot, but the night’s still young.
I sip my soda, and the three of them share a look that makes goosebumps pop out all over my body. A shudder runs down my spine. Did I think that too soon?
“Seeing as Lily was so open about why shehasn’tcome here tonight, should we tell her why we invited her?” Xander asks. His voice drops about two octaves, and it makes heat sear between my thighs.
My eyes bounce between the three of them, and my throat suddenly feels drier than the Mojave Desert. They stare at me, and West licks his lips like a lion about to feast on its prey. “Why did you ask me here?” I ask, my voice little more than a whisper.
Zeke sucks on his top lip and looks at the ceiling. Xander smiles at me. It’s not his warm, friendly smile though. It’s different. Dangerous. Sexy as hell.
West takes a deep breath. “We have a proposition for you, Lily. It may seem like an odd request, but it’s not the first time we’ve done this. We want you to hear us out and then take a few days to think it over.”
I take a gulp of my soda, and my hands tremble as I place my glass down on the counter. My heart rate has doubled in the span of ten seconds. I feel faint and hot and dizzy. Because despite no one saying anything remotely to do with sex, the sexual tension in the room has ratcheted up about two hundred levels. I clear my throat. “What’s your proposition?”
“We want to date you, Lily. All three of us.”
Holy fucknuggets. He’s gotta be screwing with me. “At the same time?” I croak.
“Yes, at the same time. Although to the outside world, it will appear like you’re only dating one of us.”
Xander shoots a glare at West before directing his attention to me. “Well, it’s more than dating.”
I frown. “More than dating?”
West nods. “We’d like you to move in here with us for three months.”
Now I know he’s messing with me. A laugh bubbles from my lips, but none of them are laughing or even smiling, so I humor them. “Three months? And then what happens after? I just go on my merry way and we pretend we’re friends? Or we never speak again? How does that part work?”
Xander sighs. “Three months is just the starting point. To see if this thing between us works. If it does, then…”
I tilt my head. “Then?”
Xander shrugs. “Then you stay here.”
I open my mouth to speak but no words come out, so I merely sit and gape at the three of them.
“I told you we should have taken this slower and drawn up a contract,” West grumbles.
I almost fall off my stool. “A contract?”
West nods. “We told you we’ve done this before, Lily. Many times. But we usually don’t spring this on someone the second time we meet. And we usually draw up a contract explaining all the rules.”
This is sounding freakier by the second. “The rules?”
“He’s making it sound weirder than it is,” Xander says, shooting West another warning glare.
My mind races with questions, all of them begging to be asked first. “So, what happened to all of these other women you tried this with?”
West glares at me, his jaw ticking. “They didn’t work out, obviously.”
I wrinkle my nose and shake my head. “Three super-hot billionaire dudes ask a woman to live with them and ‘date’”—I actually use air quotes for that word and hate myself for it—“them, and it never works out. What the hell is wrong with you all?”
Zeke snorts into his wine, and that makes me smile.
Xander arches one eyebrow. “You think we’re super hot?”
I roll my eyes and fix Xander with the hardest glare I can muster. “Oh, come on. You own mirrors. Like you don’t already know that.”
