The Promotion (Contemporary Reverse Harem 3)

“Holy shit, she can’t say that.” I hated that Maizy worked for such a bitch. The woman wasn’t nice to anyone unless she wanted something, but she really rode Maizy.

“Yeah. At the party, she said that.”

“She told you that at the firm party? Is that why you left so abruptly?” I asked.

Maizy shrugged while stabbing some lettuce with her fork. “Yeah. I was kind of freaked out. She basically said the wives didn’t like their husbands working with a single woman. Like I was trying to seduce them all. They wish.”

“Whoa. Sexism alive and well. A single professional woman is not to be trusted unless she’s on the arm of a man. Holy shit. So what are you going to do?” I waved over the server for our check. I always paid because I made more money. Although I would have paid even if I didn’t.

“Well, I guess Eva took pity on me because she invited me to a party at her house—”

“Wait. You went to Eva’s house?” I couldn’t even imagine that Eva had a house. She seemed like she flew around on a broom that never landed.

“I did. Isn’t that weird? She invited me to introduce me to her brother-in-law.”

Oh. Shit. Not good. I hoped he was a dick.

“He was pretty nice. Good-looking. Fun.”

So much for that.

“But I don’t think I could date a relative of my boss’s. It’s just weird.” She shrugged. “I guess it was nice of her to try and fix me up, though.”

Yeah, real nice.

We headed back to the office.

“So…I called a matchmaking agency.”

Twist the knife a little, why don’t you?

My heart sank back to where it usually was. “Really? What was it like?” I asked. Horrible, I hoped.

“I don’t know just yet. I had to fill out this super-long online form. They asked just about anything you could think of. It was kind of weird. Supposedly, they’ll start sending me guys to consider this afternoon.” She turned to me as we entered the elevator. “Hey, maybe you can help me sort through them, if you have time.”

Yeah, maybe I can pour acid in my eyeballs while I was at it.

“I only have thirty days until my review. Well, twenty-eight at this point, if you want to be exact,” she said.

“You’ve got to get a guy lined up before your review? Are you kidding?”

“Not kidding. But I think I can do it. There are plenty of nice people out there. I just have to make an effort. I need to put myself out there. It’s not like they’re just sitting under my nose, waiting.”

Shit, she needed new glasses if she couldn’t see what was right under her nose.

Chapter 7

Maizy

Back at my desk after a nice lunch with Cato, I opened my email to see if anything had come in from the matchmakers.

Nothing. Yet.

Nothing besides about twenty emails from Eva, no doubt ragging on me for being a less than perfect human being, employee, citizen of the Earth—you name it, and she’d find fault.

Thinking back to lunch, I had to admit I was a little thrown off by Cato’s promotion. And now I felt like a shit. I mean, he was my friend. I should have been thrilled for him.

God, I was a bitch.