I didn't plan on working for one grumpy boss, let alone three. And I sure as heck didn't plan on selling my virginity.
Wyatt Ellis, Brantley Ellis, and Maverick Wallace are just as pretentious as their names sound. Who cares if they're gorgeous billionaires? They are the literal worst.
Between the long hours, the snippy comments, and the last-minute requests, you'd think even one of them would get my name right. Nope. They're infuriating. Insufferable. Overbearing.
Unfortunately, I need this job.
Especially after an unexpected expense, it makes me desperate, and I need to look at getting some cash quickly, but there's only one thing I have worth selling. My V-card.
I really shouldn't have had the auction site open on my company computer, and I definitely should've left the hotel room when I realized who the highest bidders were.
But I didn't, and now they want more. Too bad for them, my heart isn't for sale.
#Bossholes is a workplace age gap romance which includes three grumpy heroes; a sunshine heroine; opposite attract; enemies-to-lovers; plenty of dirty talk; possessive vibes; no cheating; and an HEA.
This is a fast-paced why-choose with not one, but three alpha-holes. They will be demanding, and they don't like to hear the word no. If you're looking for a cinnamon roll, you'll have to go to the grocery store because there is not one here.