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Maybe if I had met them two years ago, or even one, I would have put my job on the line. Back then, all I had to worry about was myself, and it wasn’t like I had lived outside my means.
But reality was a bitch.
My sister didn’t count on the money I insisted she take because I knew it helped. If I slept with them, things would get messy. Really messy. My face heated, and Jett’s gaze darkened.
“Umm, look, I like you guys and you’re amazing, but I need this job.” My voice shook and my eyes watered.
I wanted them. My heart wanted them. Who was I kidding? Every fiber of my being wanted them.
Under any other circumstance, I would have been okay with taking anything I could get from them, even scraps of attention. But at the end of the day, no matter what, it would be a mistake.
Stolen moments would never be enough.
I was a greedy, greedy girl.
One of these men would be more than enough for anyone, but there I was, wanting all three. There was no way they would want the same. Not for the long run. My back bumped into one of the men behind me, and my body froze when I felt something very hard poke the small of my back. Maybe the wanting part won't be an issue?
But what were the chances of the three of them wanting a forever with me?
They might want to share me to pass the time, but there was no way they would want forever. Not with me. I wasn’t anyone special. I was just their housekeeper.
“Rosie, baby, we need you to breathe.” Mal snapped me out of my head. The thick pads of his fingers tipped my chin up. I did as he asked because for some reason, my traitorous body couldn’t seem to argue with him. I breathed in, and when he nodded, silently instructing me, I exhaled. “Good girl,” Jett breathed against my forehead. “That’s our girl. Just keep breathing. Just like that.”
Our girl. I glanced over my shoulder and met his gaze. I knew he could see the million questions in my eyes I was too scared to ask out loud.
“That’s our girl,” he repeated with such conviction I had to blink away tears.
“I’m not sure I know what’s happening but?—"
“You know,” Casey gently corrected. I turned my head to stare into his light blue eyes. They were so bright they almost seemed to glow like the blank screen in front of us. “You know. Rosie…” He dipped his head toward me. My eyes naturally fluttered shut, completely ready for his lips to touch mine.
But they didn’t.
Instead, I felt his lips press against my cheek. “We like you, baby girl.”
“I like you guys,” I whispered without opening my eyes. Maybe if I kept them shut, I’d be able to blame the fever I still had for whatever was about to happen next. “I like you a lot but—" I opened my eyes, and all I could see were the three men I had fallen in love with. All I could breathe and touch was them.
It was a lot.
Each one so damn devastatingly handsome. Sweet and generous in their own way. So different and completely out of my league. I wasn’t able to say another word when an alarm on someone's phone went off and they looked at one another above my head.
“My medicine,” I whispered and swallowed hard. “I should take that and go to bed.” I stepped away, but I should have known better. Casey’s hand found mine, and I weakly let him tangle his fingers with mine.
“Come on, I got you.” He pulled me closer, and I followed him out of the movie room and into the kitchen.
In silence, the two of us stood next to one another while I took my temperature. I pretended not to notice the way he watched me. Like I was the only thing that existed around him. If I thought through the haze of my fever and achy body, they all watched me that way. They had been doing that a lot longer than since the beginning of this week, too.
Maybe this whole thing isn't new?
Maybe they are just making a move.
“I wish I could read your thoughts.”
“Why?” I asked. The word sounded garbled through the thermometer in my mouth. His lips twitched and his head shook.
“You have this look on your face like something is finally making sense or clicking into place.” I pressed my lips closer around the stick, and then it beeped. He took it out and frowned. “A hundred point four.” He sighed, and I could see the worry in his gaze. My hand reached for him and squeezed carefully.
“It’s dropping,” I tried to reassure him, but he scowled.
