A plan

Working as their secretary had its perks, but right now, I was on the verge of sending in my resignation letter.

How the hell did I end up with three insufferable step-brothers? Who even asked me to return?

But I know I had to. I was back to them because I loved them more than life itself. I know my feelings might scare them away, but I wasn't ready to leave, not even when they asked me to do that.

I ran through the building, getting three cups of coffee for the three men, who kept on investigating how to send me on errands. I could tell they were making fun of me, and that was why I had this urge to knock them hard on the head.

Argh!

I knocked on their door and strode in with the mugs of steaming coffee on the tray.

“Step Brothers, your coffees are here!” I mocked, closing the distance between them.

If I failed to mention this, my step-brothers like almost the same things. They share one office, always dress identically, and funny enough, share women. I have seen my fair share of those.

I seductively strode towards them, swaying my hip as I did so. With a fake smile on my face, I placed their coffees on their tables and stood back with an empty tray.

“So, my dear brothers, is there anything else you want? Cakes to go with the coffee?” I suggested, pursing my lips.

Mike chuckled, and the others followed suit as they took their cup and took a sip of the coffee. “Why don't you join us here? We need to go through the documents the secretary sent in.” Mitch pointed at the chair opposite his. “What do you say?”

With a groan, I turned to place the tray back on the table, stalling a bit as I bent until I was certain they could see my creamy thighs.

Satisfied, I straightened and turned in time to catch them averting their gazes with a blush on their cheeks.

Gotcha, brothers!

I chuckled under my breath, loving this. For them to stare at me, means I'm beautiful. Or sexy can be the right word for it. No man can ignore a hot woman, especially not someone like me.

“So? What is the work about?” I strode over to the chair he pointed out, and sat on it, placing both hands on my thighs.

“… Oh, yes!” With an embarrassed face, he specified what he wanted me to do while the others watched me with heated gazes.

Had I not known better, I would have thought they wished to fuck me with how hot their gazes were. But knowing my stepbrothers, I could tell they only saw me as a sister.

They check me out most time. But I know that was because of my body. They will gape at any sexy woman that bends for them. It was no big deal.

Yet, thinking of it twisted my heart and made me feel like I had enough work on my hands. And it was time I started implementing the plans I wrote.

Operation wooing my stepbrothers has kicked off! Meet us on the other side!

***

We spent the rest of the day going through their work, and we had a late lunch. It wasn't until it was 6 that my brothers decided they had had enough for the day.

Miles drove us home, and Mike immediately entered the kitchen, to make dinner. And Mitch? That one has been a thorn in my side.

He kept on disturbing me until I had to lock my door to keep him off. I swear that man is just a baby, always getting on my nerves — not that I don't like that. I do. I love it so much that I have to deny loving it.

Pretending not to love it was part of my grand plans.

I got into the shower the moment I was alone and had a quick bath. Exiting the bathroom, I tied a towel around my chest while I used one to dry my hair.

I would have gone for the blow-dry, but an idea came to mind.

With only a towel wrapped around my body, and one on my hair, I left my room and headed downstairs, knowing they would be in the kitchen like they do whenever Mike cooked.

Mitch or Miles would come up whenever the food was ready to bring me downstairs.

Closer to the kitchen, I heard their hushed voices. They were discussing something that sounded important if the way they spoke was any indication.

Not for the first time, I regretted not being a werewolf. Had I been one, I would have heard their conversations. But at that moment, it was the least of my concerns. I had a game to play.

“Boys!” I strode into the kitchen, startling the men who were once conversing seriously.

They turned to me with shocked expressions on their faces, only for them to change into something else.

Their faces took on a mask as they exchanged looks with each other. Miles was the one who came forward. He tried not to look at my chest, but I could feel his eyes going towards there as he came closer.

“Baby girl!” He called out in a forced tone, looking like he was barely keeping himself from doing something.

Had it not been for their attention on me, I would have smiled at that. I was accurate when I said my brothers are attracted to beauty and naked women.

“...Why… Why are you dressed in only your towel?” He gulped, “Won't you catch a cold?” He asked in a tone that sounded like that wasn't exactly what he had in mind to say.

“Well...” I raised my hand to my hair, causing the towel to ride up an inch, further exposing my thighs. "I was calling you to come help blow dry my hair, but you weren't answering. That was why I came down to find you.” I took a kitchen stool from the kitchen island and brought it to where I once stood. Sitting on it, I faced my brothers, with a sly smile on my face.