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“Yes. I-I’m just surprised. I was so certain you wouldn’t
want to hire me after last night.”

“We want you.” Liam closed his eyes. Man, that didn’t sound
right. It sounded kind of pervy. “We want to hire you, I mean. I have my
attorney drawing up an employment agreement. The background check won’t take
any time at all. How soon can you start?”

“Right away. It might take me a couple of days to get my
stuff moved, but I can go back and forth for a little while. It’s not far.”

“We’ll help.”

“You will?” He heard the surprise in her voice. She still
sounded a little breathless. Still the treadmill? Would she sound the same way
if it was him making her breathless? Damn. He needed to stop that, but her
voice and his mental picture of her was turning him on.

“Sure. Chas has surgery today, but he’ll be off tomorrow…”
Like she needed to know all this. Where the hell was the off button on his
mouth? She was their nanny, their housekeeper…not their girlfriend. “I won’t
keep you. We’ll plan on being at your house tomorrow morning around this time.
Is the address on your resume correct?”

“Yes.”

“Great.” He ended the call before she had a chance to back
out, before he had a chance to really make a fool out of himself. This was for
Wyatt. She was kind and gentle, a polar opposite of Julie. Wyatt needed that in
his life. Nanny and housekeeper. Like Mrs. Doubtfire or Mary Poppins. Except
wrapped in a delectable little body. With big gray eyes. Liam sighed. Maybe she’d
stay in her rooms most of the time.

* * * * *

Greer thought she might get sick to her stomach she was so
nervous, and her parents had to make it worse by saying they were taking the
day off to help her get moved. She knew better. They just wanted a look at her
employers.

When a full-size white pickup pulled up the drive, Greer
dragged at her father’s arm. “Daddy! Quit staring out the window.”

“I just want to see who my baby’s going to be working for.”
A moment later, she heard her father’s growl. “Maybe you should just stay here.”

Greer laughed. “Just yesterday you’d decided they were gay,
now you’re going all protective?”

As she glanced out at Liam and Chas, the butterflies in her
belly fluttered once again. She began to see why her father might be concerned.
Lean and fit, they were in well-worn jeans and t-shirts showing off muscular
chests and biceps that would put a lot of men to shame. Lee’s hair gleamed with
blue-black highlights, while Chas’ curls reflected the brightness of the
morning sun. Night and day. It would be easy to imagine herself with either one
of them, if she weren’t working for them. Right. Employers, employee. She
sneaked another quick glance at them.

Greer opened the door before her father could get there.

“Hi.” She smiled and took a nervous step back to let them
in. “Come on in.”

Chas was already smiling, his blue eyes twinkling. Greer’s
gaze shifted to Liam to find him smiling too. It softened his face, and the
warmth in his gaze as it drifted over her made her feel flushed from head to
toe.

The two men entered, ducking slightly to get through the low
doorway of the old log house. Greer was suddenly self-conscious. Her house wasn’t
as fancy as Liam’s, but it was homey with its wide-planked wooden floors and
low ceilings. Her mother’s spinning wheel sat in the corner, a hobby she usually
only engaged in during the winter months.

“I’m George Davidson.” Her father stepped forward with his
hand outstretched.

Liam was first to do the meet and greet. “Liam Carle. My
friend—Dr. Charles Lynch.”

He stuck out his hand. “Call me Chas.”

From the smile on her dad’s face, they’d made the right
impression, whatever that was. Liam produced the employment agreement. Greer
took a few minutes to look over it with her dad.

“Everything seems in order, honey,” her father said. She
signed it and handed it back.

“I don’t have much to move,” Greer said, just a bit
breathless. “It’s boxed up.”

Her mother came in, and the introductions repeated. Liam and
Chas made an even better impression on her mother, who was by no means immune
to the charms of two gorgeous men. “We do have a couple of pieces of furniture
Greer will want to take.”

Greer held her breath. Liam eyed the drawing table
curiously, but didn’t say anything. Even when they unloaded, all he asked was
if she’d prefer it near a window. Greer nodded. No way was she talking about
her art with him. In fact, she kind of wished she’d left her sketches at her
parents’ house.

“Do you need help unpacking?” Chas asked, his fingers
resting lightly on her upper back. She’d already noticed that about him. He
liked to touch. What surprised her was how much she liked his touch.

“No. I’m good. You want me to get lunch together for you?”

“No. I ordered pizza. You just worry about getting settled
in today.”

Greer smiled. “Thanks. You guys have been really great.”

Chas returned her smile. “We’re just glad you’re here.”

As she unpacked her clothing and her art supplies, Greer
couldn’t help smiling. Maybe things were finally improving. She would make darn
sure she did a great job. And if she was a little more interested in her
employers than she should be? She sighed. She’d keep that to herself.

Glancing out the window to the rolling pasture, it finally
hit her that she was looking at the reverse view of what she’d always stared at
as a kid. Back then, she’d gazed at the big house from the woods below,
wondering who lived there and what their lives were like.

She shook her head. Life took some strange twists.

By the middle of the following day, Greer realized Liam and
Chas hadn’t been joking when they said she wouldn’t have much to do. Chas was
at the hospital, and after spending the morning in his studio, Liam had left
for a meeting at a downtown gallery.

Finally alone in the big house, Greer decided to learn her
way around. The kitchen she was already well-acquainted with. Liam and Chas
loved to eat. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, or multiple snacks—it didn’t matter. As
active as they both were, they shoveled food in at a rate she was still trying
to adjust to. So, skipping the kitchen, she began her tour of the house at the
front. Like a lot of older homes, everything branched off large central
hallways both upstairs and down, but the sheer size of the house was
mind-boggling.

The breakfast room was a cozy extension off the kitchen. It
made Greer suspect it had once been a part of the kitchen that had later been
split off to provide the family a less formal place to dine than the huge
dining room sprawling just on the other side of a swinging door. Greer looked
at the long, polished table and wondered if Liam ever put it to use.

That side of the house contained most of what she considered
to be the company rooms. In addition to the dining room, a small sitting room
decorated in feminine colors seemed to indicate it had once been his mother’s
and grandmother’s private domain, a music room was next door, and leading
directly from the music room was a large, very-formal living room, big enough
it could probably double as a ballroom. Greer smiled, imagining a bygone era
when women would have floated down the wide staircase in long dresses with
billowing hoop skirts.

On the other side of the hallway were the rooms now getting
the most use, a large library, Chas’ study where she’d been taken the first
night, an informal family room sporting a man-sized flat screen TV. Her
apartment was behind, off the kitchen. There were also narrow back stairs
leading from the kitchen to the upper floors. First designed, no doubt, for the
servants to take meals upstairs, so they had as little contact with the main
part of the house as possible.

She’d leave the upper two floors for later. At the moment,
with no one around, Greer wanted to satisfy her curiosity, so she headed back
to Chas’ study. It intrigued her how much a part of Liam’s life he was, even to
the point of being part of the decision to hire her. She had to admit, it
smacked of a more intimate relationship than just friends.

Greer sat in his chair, laughing slightly when her feet
barely touched the floor. Crossing her legs Indian style, she leaned forward
and smoothed her hand across the polished wooden surface of his desk. She
inhaled deeply, taking in his scent—mainly soap and the herbal shampoo he used.
She could also smell Liam, as if he spent his own fair share of time in here,
but if they were good friends, that just made sense.

Curiously, she tugged at the top right desk drawer. Like the
quality antique it was, the drawer slid silently open. Greer recoiled with a
gasp. Handcuffs? She peered inside. A rubber ring that looked like a vacuum
cleaner belt, and another thing that looked like a bolo tie made of silicone
tubing. What the… Her hand closed around a half empty bottle of lubricant.
Greer dropped it as though it had burned her.

They
were
gay? She shoved the drawer shut, her mind
taking a moment to absorb it. She’d met a few guys in the art department in
college who were, but they’d been real femmes with all the stereotypical
mincing and squealing. Neither Chas nor Liam fit that image.

But she could picture them naked. And—oh, hell—she could
picture them with each other, and the idea was…well, exciting. Chewing slightly
on her lower lip, she opened the drawer beneath the one she’d just had open,
but files and papers were all she saw. It seemed only the top drawer had any
sex-related items.

She swallowed slightly. Maybe she should take a look
upstairs. Just so she would know how to manage her workload. So she could plan.

As she climbed the wide steps, she realized the fluttering
in her belly wasn’t nerves, it was desire. Only recently had she even felt it
again, and only in a fantasy life she’d sometimes wondered was even normal, a
fantasy life that included the images she now had of Chas and Liam—only now she
had faces to put with the actions. Throat dry, she walked toward the end of the
hall and checked each bedroom. One side was obviously set aside as guest
bedrooms.

Crossing the hall, she began her search of the other side.
Wyatt’s room was the one in the front, overlooking the drive. With an artist as
a father, she wasn’t surprised to find the walls decorated with murals. So he
painted as well, and this had been a labor of love telling her about both Wyatt
and his father.

All sorts of magical creatures decorated the walls, from
unicorns to dragons. Keeping in mind his audience, the dragons had a distinctly
cuddly look to them. Greer laughed, wondering if Liam would make them more
fearsome as his son got older, or would they turn into something else entirely
as Wyatt’s interests changed? She suspected the latter would hold true.

At first, the next room appeared to be another guest room,
but as she looked more closely, she realized it was Chas’. Greer frowned.
Though his clothing was in the closet, and a couple of pictures sat on the
bureau, it just didn’t feel like it belonged to the outgoing, caring man she’d
met. Still puzzled, she found an adjoining door to the master suite beyond.

And now her puzzlement ended. The unmade bed told its own
tale. Two people slept in the king-sized sleigh bed. She sat on a leather
loveseat at the foot, dumbfounded.

She should make the bed, part of her job after all.
Swallowing, Greer stood and began to tidy the room, but couldn’t quite bring
herself to straighten the sheets and blankets. A couple minutes later, she
stopped again, stared at the wide expanse of premium cotton and finally gave in
to what she really wanted to do.

After crawling on top, she stretched out on the sheets.
Turning her head first to one pillow then the other, she inhaled their combined
scents. Chas and Liam. Chas and Liam. Her hand inched inside her shorts until
her fingers pressed against her clit. Chas and Liam. Together. She moved her
fingers, massaging her flesh, feeling the instant slickness.

She pictured both men, imagined Chas kneeling on the
loveseat, bent over the bed with Liam behind him, hands braced on Chas’ lean
hips. Greer arched into her stroking fingers, her breath panting out in little
gasps. As her mind continued the fantasy with Liam fucking Chas from behind,
she took it a step further, picturing Chas’ fingers where hers were now, seeing
his face pushing between her parted thighs, searching out her honey and using
his tongue on her clit and over her slit to her dripping vagina.

Frantic now, she unzipped her shorts, shoved them and her
panties down so she could work her fingers on her clit and deep in her pussy.
All the while, images of Liam and Chas pleasuring each other and pleasuring her
swirled through her brain until her body tightened and her orgasm crashed
through her. She cried out, nerve pulses making her thighs quiver.

When her heartbeat settled, she yanked her shorts up and
rolled off the bed. Liam and Chas were her bosses. What the hell was she doing?
At the same time she posed the question, she heard a car coming up the drive.
She glanced out the tall window nearest her and saw Liam’s truck just
disappearing around the front.

Busted.

Greer yanked the sheets, straightened the blankets, and
finally the fluffy comforter. After punching the pillows back into shape, she
darted into the bathroom, picked up the dirty towels and wiped the sinks and the
counters before gathering the laundry. She had already spotted a chute near the
back stairs, so she shoved everything down it and hurried down the narrow steps
to the kitchen.

Liam was just coming in. She smiled in answer to his
greeting and went to the refrigerator, hoping a look inside for something to
cook for dinner would cool the heat in her cheeks.

“Everything okay?” She heard a note of concern in his voice,
as if her agitation was apparent.

“Yes. I-I just finished upstairs and was trying to think about
what to cook for dinner…”

“Greer?” His hands rested on her shoulders, turning her to
face him. She swallowed. She’d masturbated on his
bed
. Heat flooded her
cheeks. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look flushed.”

“I was working. Maybe it’s that.”

Liam leaned in closer, but she breathed a sigh of relief
when he simply reached past her for a beer. “I could grill steaks if you’ll
handle everything else.”

She nodded. “Salad? Fries?” Her voice sounded high-pitched
to her.

He grinned and patted her shoulder. “That’d be great.” He
grabbed a bottle opener, popped the cap and flicked it into the garbage can.
His eyes, as he regarded her, held a glint of humor. “You finding your way
around?”

“That’s part of what I did today.”

He nodded. His gaze was friendly, but Greer saw nothing
else. “Sorry I haven’t given you a tour. I can still do that, if you need me.”

Was there something in his tone? Greer ignored it and pulled
vegetables from the fridge, prepping to make a salad. She began slicing
cucumbers. “That’s okay. I think I figured everything out.”

“Including the fact Chas and I share a bed.”

Greer slipped, the knife cutting her finger. “Oh! Damn.”

Liam was across the room in an instant, grabbing a paper
towel and applying pressure. “God, Greer. I’m sorry. I was teasing, not trying
to startle you.”

With one hand holding the paper towel on her cut, he wrapped
his free arm around her waist and guided her into the bathroom in her
apartment, pushing her down on the small vanity seat.

“Hold the paper towel on while I grab the first-aid kit.”

“It’s not that bad,” she muttered.

Liam paused in reaching beneath the sink to look at her. “I’ll
be the judge of that.”

“Of what?”

They both turned their heads, seeing Chas standing in the
doorway in scrubs and clogs, sunglasses dangling around his neck.

“I made her cut her finger.”

“It’s nothing,” Greer tacked on, ignoring Liam’s scowl.

Chas stepped in and squatted next to her. “Why don’t you let
the doctor take a look?”

Liam set the first-aid kit on the counter, but made no move
to leave. From thinking her bathroom was huge, Greer now found it very small
indeed, and with Chas here, she couldn’t get the image of the two of them
making love out of her brain.

“You look a little flushed,” Chas murmured, resting the back
of his hand against her cheek.

“Oh for God’s sake!” Greer snapped, desperate to distract
both men from her flushed cheeks. Yes, she was flushed. She’d just climaxed to
a very vivid fantasy of both of them. “It’s just a little cut. The knife
slipped while I was slicing a cucumber for the salad.”

“Right after I commented that in cleaning the upstairs she
must have discovered you and I share a bed, since neither one of us made it
this morning.”

Chas looked at her with those long-lashed blue eyes. His
expression radiated concern mixed with just a hint of wariness. “Is that a
problem?”

Greer didn’t trust herself to speak. She just shook her
head.

He grinned, his relief obvious. “That’s my girl. How about
you let me look at your finger now?”

She laid her hand in his and watched as he unwrapped the
towel. Blood immediately welled. “See?” Greer said. “Just slap a bandage on,
and I’m good to go.”

Her confidence faltered when Chas frowned.

“Chas?” Liam growled. “What’s up?”

Chas tilted his head just a bit as he wrapped the towel back
around it and pursed his lips. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” he told her, “but I need
to put a couple of stitches in this.”

“Why?” Greer demanded. She had sudden visions of having to
go to an emergency room, and her head swam. As she swayed on the chair, Chas
steadied her.

“What’s wrong, Greer?” Concern laced his tone.

“I don’t have to see a doctor, do I?” As soon as it left her
mouth, she realized how stupid it sounded. Chas didn’t laugh, though. He
smoothed his finger along her cheek.

“I can do it right here. You don’t have to go anywhere, but
you will have to see me. Can you handle that?”

She nodded, relief pouring through her. “That’s okay.”

Chas glanced at Liam. “Would you get my bag? It’s in my
office. Greer, you keep holding the towel on there. I’m going to scrub. When
Liam gets back, I’ll numb the area around the cut and take care of it. It’ll be
over before you know it.”

“Are you sure you can’t just put a butterfly bandage on it?”
Greer didn’t want this to be a big deal. In only four days, she’d had a panic
attack in front of them and now she’d cut her finger badly enough she needed
stitches. Plus, she could tell from the look on Chas’ face he sensed there was
something underlying her aversion to medical facilities.

He took a hand towel from the shelf next to the sink and
dried his hands. “It is a nice clean cut, and not deep, but it is right next to
your knuckle. Without a couple of stitches to hold everything in place, it won’t
heal cleanly, and it’ll leave a scar.”

“Like that really matters.” Greer slammed her mouth shut and
closed her eyes, unable to even look at him.

He touched her shoulder, so she looked at him. “I’ll leave
that comment alone for now, okay? But we’ll come back to it at some point.”

“Don’t,” she whispered. “Just forget I said it. Put the
stitches in and let’s move on.”

“Here.” Liam returned and once again the room shrank. He
frowned at them. “Look, not that I’m squeamish, but unless you need me here to
assist, Chas, I’m going to get cranking with dinner…”