My 3 Rockstar Bosses

“I’ve always gotten good grades in my science classes, and I love all the experiments. Putting on the gloves, mixing things, and then watching action and reaction. It’s amazing,” she confessed once more, cheeks going pink. “Mother Nature is filled with mystery, and chemistry is a way of understanding those mysteries.”

I nodded thoughtfully. Because I often feel that way about my own job. Being CEO means being a jack of all trades, but originally, it was the numbers game that caught my eye. Our respect for the girl skyrocketed then, gazes curious.

“So how is working as a flight attendant gonna get you there?” I asked gently. “Is there something about this job that’s relevant to chemistry?”

She laughed then, tipping her head back and exposing that long, swan-like neck. Our mouths watered seeing it. Shit, Joanie was so lovely.

“Oh no,” she said, shooting us a smile. “I’m just doing this for the money. The pay is good, you know that,” she said, blushing wildly again, “but I just want to save as much as possible before going back to school.”

Andrew and I shared looks. Because the pay is generous for sure. There was the six figure salary, which is already double or triple what new flight attendants make. But the real money comes from the bonuses. Because every time she’s with one of us, there’ll be a parting gift of sorts. Cash and jewelry were common, not to mention clothes and even an apartment once. So yeah, working for Elite can turn out really well financially, if the girl’s what we’re looking for.

And Joanie was just our type.

“So it seems you know a little about us already,” rumbled Andrew casually. “Or at least how the airline works. Can we ask who you’ve met so far?”

She blushed.

“Mr. Dawson and Mr. Childs,” was her soft admission, pink cheeks going even rosier. “They were very kind.”

My bro and I shared a look. Kind was one way of putting it. Damien has a thing for girls who squirt, and Charlie likes anal. Had those motherfuckers already done that?

But first things first. Because the best way to learn about Joanie was to see for ourselves. We CEOs had made a pact to share, and really, it didn’t matter who’d gone before us. All that mattered was that the girl was ripe and ready, willing and open.

So we leaned back in the white leather chairs, lazy grins on our faces.

“Those motherfuckers are assholes,” I grunted. “But they sang your praises.”

Joanie colored again, big breasts trembling a bit.

“Really?” she whispered.

“Really,” answered my bro. “But we want to see for ourselves.”

And like a good slut, the brunette’s hand immediately went to the back of her dress. But I held on big palm up.

“Not so fast,” was my rumble. “Because we want to see you dance.”

The girl colored again, the air in the cabin suddenly steamy and hot.

“What do you mean?” came her whisper. “Dance?”

But with a flick of the remote, soft music sounded in the cabin, melodic and pleasing. Shit, it didn’t matter if this was some pulsing metalcore or Spanish salsa. Girls who dance can dance to anything, the music comes from within.

“That’s right,” my brother rumbled, eyes intense. “Dance while showing us what you’ve got sweetheart. Let us see those sweet curves, everything bare.”

And that’s when the girl really blushed. Because it was clear we wanted her to do a striptease.

“Bu-but I,” she protested.

I held up my hand, palm out.

“Just do it,” were my terse words.

And eyes wide, she trembled for a moment, still like a doe. But then that curvy body began to sway, and shit the female was sexy. Those big hips swung like pendulums, her breasts bobbing to the beat. One small hand crept up her thigh, sliding over one hip before making its way to the back of her dress.

Even the sound of the zip was so fucking sexy. The slow hiss rang in our ears, audible even with the music playing.

And then that fabric dropped.