“Yes.” Max grinned. “Actually, there is. But since you’ve signed so many documents, I’ll have to wait a bit longer until I reveal the method to my madness. Now, back to the apartments. Mark, you and Olivia are currently tied.”
I collapsed back against the ground. “What the hell is this?”
Mark crawled over to me. “Actual Hell and Max is Satan.”
“But once you get hired, the pay is so good,” I whined.
“So good.” He swore. “But do all interns have to go through this? And why are there always cameras?”
“No idea.” I turned to him. “But at least he took the gecko.”
“Words I never thought I’d hear a person utter,” he grumbled and stood. “Come on, let’s go shower.”
“But not together,” I added.
“No,” he said quickly, and then his arm was wrapped around me, his palm, pressed against my lower back in a possessiveness I realized I didn’t just want…but suddenly needed.
Confessional 1
Max
“Do I feel guilty?” I laughed. “Hell no, this is business, not personal. I’m the only one in the world who can match an employee up with their perfect job in less than three months. Are the series of tests difficult? Yes. Are they terrifying? At times. But it shows us how they work as a team, how they work as individuals, the tests from the Emory Games are the world’s number one not talked about source for businesses to find senior-level candidates without having to ever interview at all.” I grinned. “So no, at the end of the day, they’ll be getting their dream jobs, so I don’t feel guilty. Science has proven over and over again, for example, that taking care of a pet as if it was an infant shows your dedication and love toward what you do. On top of that, we saw today that they chose teamwork over points and stopped the box game at the same time. Everything…” I paused for the dramatics. “…is a test. But in the end. Worth it for our two shining candidates.”
“And what,” Rick, my producer, asked, “about the rumors that back at the apartment there was some…bonding going on?”
“Little G exaggerates. He came home with a very big smile, and that means he had a good time with his sitters. As you know we shut off the cameras in the main rooms at night. Tonight they’ll be in one of the unlocked bedrooms; time will tell if they share the bed together or separate. The point is, we aren’t just in the business of providing job opportunities; we also matchmake perfect personalities, so maybe they don’t take the job at the end of the day, but can you turn down your one true love?”
Rick laughed. “You’re an evil genius.”
“Thank you.” I held up Little G. “That’s why I’m rich.”
“Some call you crazy.”
“Rick.” I sighed. “Only the crazy ones make it. I’ll be back tomorrow to discuss the next game. Hopefully, our contestants continue to entertain us, and I so look forward to the first streaming episode on Emory Entertainment this week.”
“Another exciting surprise, your own streaming channel. How do you do it?”
“I’m an evil genius.” I grinned. “Oh, and before I forget.” I cleared my throat. “Max for president.”
Rick actually clapped. Idiot.
We wrapped up filming, and I made my way into my camera room entertained as hell.
Olivia was in the kitchen staring at the box I’d just delivered.
And Mark still looked petrified of what could be inside.
“Let the games…continue,” I whispered as I sat in my chair and watched.
Chapter Nine
Mark
“I don’t trust boxes anymore.” I shoved the box toward Olivia. “You open it.”
She shuddered. “You’re the guy!”
“Women and men are equal; not only do they deserve equal pay, but sometimes I think women deserve to be paid more for putting up with an entire male population that thinks it’s acceptable to send a pic of their dick to random strangers.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
I crossed my arms. “As much as you ‘hate’ me—” I made air quotes because, let’s be honest, she was rubbing herself all up and down my body last night, so maybe the hate isn’t as strong anymore. My dick twitched in agreement. “—I’m not a chauvinist.”
She kept staring.
I waved a hand in front of her face. “Why aren’t you blinking?”
“What?” She shook her head. “Sorry was thinking…things.” She gulped, and I could have sworn checked out the front of my jeans before blushing and grabbing a knife. “Fine, I’ll open it but only because of the words…that came out of your mouth, that you said.”
“Are you okay?” I laughed.
“Sure. Of course!” Why was she nodding so aggressively?
“Um, should you be holding a sharp object?” I asked, a bit concerned as she jabbed it into the box, cutting open the tape.
She pointed it at me. “Did you want to open the box then?”