The Promotion (Contemporary Reverse Harem 3)

I took a super-quick glance at my watch, not long enough to say “I have somewhere better to be” because you can’t do that with your boss, but rather a glance that said something along the lines of “Where did the day go?”

But it made no difference. She couldn’t give a crap about an

y schedule I might have to keep.

“Good meeting with Braden today, don’t you think?” she asked.

I nodded. Of course it was a good meeting. What the hell else did she expect?

“Yes, I’d say very good. We’re getting his royalties taken care of without any protracted legal action. I think he’s very happy with the firm’s work.” I’d already told her these things, multiple times, so I wasn’t sure what else to say.

What was she getting at?

She walked around her desk toward me and propped her ass on its corner, trying to be all casual and stuff.

“You know, Maizy, I sensed something in today’s meeting.”

Oh, shit.

Stay cool.

“What do you mean, Eva?” I opened my eyes so wide it nearly hurt. I was going for the innocent look.

She furrowed her brow. “Well, I’m not entirely sure, but I think Braden might have taken a liking to you.”

No shit, Sherlock.

But I protested with a laugh and wave of my hand. “Oh, don’t I wish, Eva. Imagine, a rock star interested in me.”

Indeed.

She tilted her head. “Yes. You’re probably right. I can’t imagine why he would be interested in someone like you.”

There was the sting I’d been waiting for. She never freaking failed. But I kept my cool and didn’t let my “pleasant smile” falter.

“So what’s up with my brother-in-law?” she asked.

Shit. I should have known she’d go there.

“Oh, um, I think we may get together again, soon,” I said.

Should I have told her how he went down on me the night before, played with my ass, came in my mouth?

Nah.

She nodded, like she was thinking. “Glad to hear it. This could be very good for your position here at the firm, you know, if anything comes of it.”

“Well, fingers crossed,” I said, holding up my crossed fingers. I stood. “Was there anything else, Eva?”

She looked distracted. For Christ’s sake, I wished she spit out whatever was on her mind.

“I was surprised Braden didn’t offer us any free tickets to his show.”

There it was.

As if she couldn’t afford to buy her own. What a cheapskate. And no, I wasn’t about to let her know I got freebies. Backstage passes, too, bitch.

I inched toward the door. “I guess they only get so many free tickets.”