Snowed In with the Bosses

Rule number one of office Don't sleep with the boss.
Rule number Definitely don't sleep with three of them.

They are powerful. Commanding. And devastatingly handsome.
My silver-haired bosses at Summit Design.

Alexander, with his tailored suits and scarred face that makes me weak.
Liam, whose dimpled smiles hide deliciously wicked intentions.
Ethan, whose velvet voice sends shivers down my spine.

It was just supposed to be a Christmas Eve presentation.
Not a historic blizzard trapping us in the office.
Not candlelight and champagne making everything hazy.
Not waking up tangled between three gorgeous older men who now own every piece of my heart—and my body.

Their touches linger behind frosted windows.
Their secret kisses taste like peppermint and power.
And these curves can't hide my own miracle much longer.

I tell myself it's just a holiday fling.
Until the morning sickness hits.
Until threatening notes appear on my desk.
Until my doctor smiles and points to not one, not two, but three tiny heartbeats on the ultrasound screen.

Three CEOs who command my soul.
Three babies who'll expose our scandal.
Three months before our Christmas secret shatters everything.

They say good girls don't sleep with their bosses.
But no one ever told me what happens when you fall in love with them.