Sidney’s Triple Shot [Apache Crossing] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free

herself, me and every other woman within hearing range. Tyce was a ladies’ man that could work a bar room over in a minute and never failed to have a whole pack of ladies ready to rip their clothes off and kneel at his feet with just a quirk of his eyebrow. His brothers Xavier and Noah were just as hot, and just as available. She sighed again as her blood heated just thinking about her too-hot-to-handle bosses.
    They were power and charm all wrapped up into jaw-droppingly sexy, muscular bodies. Just sitting through the interview process with the youngest brother, Noah, had left her face flushed and her panties dripping. And when middle brother Tyce handed her the miniscule uniform for the bartender job, giving her his trademark cheeky grin, she almost melted to the floor and begged him to take her there.
    She didn’t meet the oldest brother, Xavier, until her first night tending bar by herself. She was in the back stockroom trying to get a bottle of tequila from the top shelf. Perched precariously on the top step of a step stool, she had bobbled, nearly face-planting on the floor. She was startled when two large hands gripped her hips to hold her steady. Xavier huffed when she squealed, but he apologized for startling her. Then he reached up and pulled the bottle of liquor down, handing it to her with the directive to ask him or his brothers for help reaching the top shelf and stay off of the step stool. It had been almost a full minute before she could slow her heart rate enough to walk back out to the bar, and she had decided then that she should be avoiding all three men as much as possible.
    With piercing blue eyes, hard, muscular bodies, and matching black tribal tattoos banding their right biceps, they were three heart-stoppingly sexy men that attracted supermodel-gorgeous women. They were constantly surrounded by friends and seemed to know everyone. Her coworkers Kara Holt and Anna Pine had explained that they all served in the Marines prior to buying the bar, which they renamed Triple Shot and brought back from the brink of extinction. Each member of the trio was very different in personality, but they were fiercely loyal to each other.
    She chided herself for thinking about her bosses and walked quickly toward the manager’s office. This wasn’t what she needed to be focused on right now, and it wasn’t helping her situation. She had no idea where she was going to go when she left Apache Crossing, but remaining in one place for too long was dangerous. Robert wasn’t happy that she had left him, and he wouldn’t stop trying to get her back under his thumb.
    He had left repeated messages on her cell phone, starting a few hours after she left Greenville, and continuing until just a few days ago. At first they sounded irritated, but they quickly grew angry and nasty. His last message had promised to kill her when he found her, and she knew in her heart that he meant it. She refused to answer the phone when it rang, period. She even considered throwing it out the window as she drove down a long, lonely highway, but she was afraid she would need it to call 911 if Robert managed to catch up to her. Blinking back tears, Sidney shrugged off her fear and hurried through the empty manager’s office, her eyes still darting around her for any signs of life. She couldn’t risk getting caught. Not now, when she had finally lost Robert, and found a job. She needed at least a few more weeks to save some money.
    Silently, she wondered what she would do if someone walked in and found her in the bar so long after hours. The private bathroom was supposed to be for the three owners only, and she had never seen any employee dare to use it, but she was desperate for a hot shower. How would she explain why she was here, and why she wasn’t showering at the motel up the highway that she had listed as her residential address to get this job? She would be screwed if someone tried to verify her home address, because she had never