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“This is my office? No. It can’t be. I thought I was downstairs with the rest of the marketing department.”

He nodded. “It is ma’am. I was instructed to bring you here.” He pushed the door open. “Have a good day.” He turned and walked back to the elevator bay.

Kayla stepped inside. There had to be some mistake. She was supposed to be on one of the lower floors with the other department heads. The top floor was designated for only Wyatt’s and Jason’s personal staff. She had gathered that much from her first day at the company.

She scanned her surroundings. There was a nice view from here—impressive, actually. Her lungs seized. She saw the two sets of doors. One was on the right—adjacent to Jason’s office. And the other on the left was aligned with Wyatt’s.

The tingle that always surfaced when she thought about the two men struck between her legs.

“Shit,” she scolded herself.

She took a seat behind her new desk, trying to focus on the task she had. She had to run the marketing department. She was in charge of getting advertising expenses back under control. She needed to develop a comprehensive online presence that would guide the company forward. There was enough work to keep her busy for the next year easily. The path to freedom was to directly increase profits from her campaigns. The only way to forget about the fraternity brothers was to dig into these projects.

It might be the only way to save her sanity.

By the end of the day, Kayla looked up from her desk, realizing she had worked ten hours without laying eyes on either brother. It surprised her. She didn’t know if she expected to show up with another offer for three-way foreplay. Is that what they called it?

She rubbed her stiff shoulders. They ached from being hunched over her computer most of the day.

She turned off the computer and stood to leave. She looked at each of the doors. She was tempted to open one. She faced the one on the right and thought about Jason’s deep voice. About his firm lips. How they felt on her neck.

And then she pivoted to the left and knew on the other side of that door was a man with more sex appeal than was legal. Perfect hands. Serious eyes.

She moaned a little in the back of her throat before grabbing her bag and rushing out of the office.

Not tonight.

Nine

Kayla

After two weeks at Miller-Wentmore Global, Kayla had almost forgotten about her first night there. She had done nothing but work for two weeks straight. She spent tireless nights hammering out proposals, assembling a new team, and getting a handle on the department. She hadn’t launched the platform, but she knew she was only a week away from the launch. This next week with the team was critical.

They were going to be in meetings non-stop, and she would have to work hand-in-hand with the tech team to ensure the roll out was flawless. It was hard to ignore the excitement she felt about her work. Even if she was here because of a debt, she had started to like the work. She had complete control over the team. Her vision was their vision. It was empowering, not to mention fun to run a powerful global division.

She had barely seen Jason or Wyatt in the last weeks. On occasion she would pass one of them in the hall. But the door knobs in her office never rotated. They never knocked. Never dropped by. It was as if that encounter with them never happened. Sometimes she wondered if she had conjured it up. She wouldn’t be the only woman to meet the co-CEOs and fantasize about them. But together? Two men at once? That was beyond her scope of imagination, until now.

By Friday night she started to worry the launch wasn’t going to happen in time. The only light in her office came from a small desk lamp. She huffed over the latest budget numbers. The team was giving her pushback on the new designs.

“Something wrong?” Her skin prickled when she heard his voice. She looked up to see Jason standing in the doorway.

She held her breath. “You scared me.”

“I didn’t mean to do that. I would never intentionally do that.” He walked deeper into the office.

She shuffled the papers together on her desk nervously. “You’ve never used that door before.”

He shrugged. “Thought I’d give it a try, but I didn’t actually expect to find you here.”

“I was going over the new campaign numbers,” she explained.

“Ahh.” He nodded. “On a Friday night? You don’t have other plans?”

“There’s a lot riding on my success,” she quipped. She didn’t know if they considered her position at the company as servitude.

Her head whipped to the side when the door creaked open from Wyatt’s office.

“You are working late.” He walked inside her office with three glasses of bourbon. He placed one in front of her and handed one to Jason.