Rush

name came out of Eleanor’s mouth,
     there had been instant recognition. And just as instant were the wheels turning in
     their heads as they’d stared at Mia.
    Oh yeah, she was definitely going to be the gossip du jour.
    When they were finally done with the meet and greet, Eleanor took her to the lounge
     and showed her the refrigerator and fully stocked kitchen. There was an eating area
     with an array of snacks and easy-to-prepare foods, and a cabinet with a variety of
     drinks, as well as a water cooler.
    Eleanor turned and waved with her hands. “And that’s the grand tour. Oh, and the ladies’
     bathroom is between the lounge and the cubicle section.”
    Mia smiled warmly. “Thank you, Eleanor. I appreciate your taking the time to show
     me around and for your kindness.”
    “Anytime. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to let me know. I’m going to
     get back to my desk and relieve Charlotte.”
    Mia followed her out but went in search of the bathroom instead of returning immediately
     to Gabe’s office. She needed to pee and freshen up. She was still feeling the effects
     of the night before and she was certain she looked hungover.
    She went into the stall at the very end and closed the door behind her. Almost immediately,
     she heard the door open and more than one person enter. Ugh, she hated peeing around
     others. But the other women evidently weren’t going down to the stalls. The sound
     of a faucet running gave her time to do her business, and she was prepared to finish
     up and exit when she went still.
    “So what do you make of Gabe’s new personal assistant?”
    The woman’s voice was filled with amusement—and disbelief. Mia wanted to groan. Not
     even here half a day and she was already the topic of gossip. Which was to be expected,
     but she’d hoped not to have to hear it firsthand.
    “Isn’t she Jace Crestwell’s little sister?” another woman asked.
    “Uh-huh. Guess we know how she landed that job.”
    “Poor thing. She probably has no idea what she’s gotten herself into.”
    “I don’t know. I think I could go for some of that,” the first woman said. “I mean,
hello
. He’s rich, he’s gorgeous and I’ve heard he’s a beast in bed. Literally. Did you
     hear the rumor that he has a contract he makes all his women sign before he goes to
     bed with them?”
    “Wonder which employment contract the new girl signed,” the second woman said in a
     knowing voice.
    There was laughter from at least three people. Great. Girls’ meeting in the bathroom
     and Mia was trapped. She pulled up her feet so no one could see and just prayed they
     never made it down this far.
    “I’d rather be the filling in a Jace and Ash sandwich,” one of the women said. “Can
     you imagine having two dominant billionaires in your bed?”
    Mia rolled her eyes and shuddered. Like she wanted to hear all of this about her brother?
    “What do you think the story is behind those two?” the first one asked. “They always
     seem to go for the same woman. It’s kind of weird if you ask me. I mean not that I
     would mind having a threesome with them, but for them it’s a regular thing.”
    “Maybe they’re bisexual.”
    Mia’s mouth fell open.
Holy shit.
Not that she gave gossip much credence, but apparently the rumor mill was that Jace
     and Ash had some major kink of their own going on, and Gabe wasn’t the lone ranger
     in this company.
    She
so
did not want to imagine her brother in those kinds of situations.
    “Ten-to-one, Gabe’s fucking Jace’s sister. Can you imagine if Jace finds out? Everyone
     knows he’s way overprotective of her.”
    Mia sighed. It was probably too much to hope for that she could come to work and not
     have instant speculation.
    “Maybe he knows and doesn’t care,” another woman offered. “She’s an adult.”
    “She’s way younger than Gabe, and if he made her sign a contract, I don’t see that
     going over well with Jace.”
    “Maybe she’s into that sort of thing.”
    “Uh, guys,” a new voice piped up in a hesitant voice. “I kind of know the contract
     thing is real. I snuck into his office one night when I was working late. I was curious.
     You know, because of the rumors and stuff. He had a boilerplate contract in his desk.
     Very interesting reading. Let’s just say that if a woman goes to bed with him, she
     basically signs her life over to him for that period of time.”
    Mia’s head dropped to her knees with a