The Promotion (Contemporary Reverse Harem 3)

Maybe this wasn’t going to be such a bad deal. Von seemed cool, and I really respected his commitment to his work. You had to hand it to someone who loved animals that much.

Maizy walked over and stood before the two of us, looking cute as hell in her little apron. I’d never considered aprons hot before, but my dick let me know this girl had gotten my attention.

“Okay. The pizza will be out in about three minutes. Then I’ll pop another one in, and we’ll eat,” she said, placing a hand on each of our thighs.

Fuck the pizza. I saw something before me that I was much hungrier for. I pulled her toward me for a kiss, and then directed her to Von.

I wasn’t going to be the asshole who bogarted the girl. As much as I might have liked to.

But to be honest, my dick did a double twitch when I watched her kiss Von. I certainly didn’t expect that to be a turn-on. But shit, it was hot.

Interesting.

When she finished kissing him, she gave me a look that just about killed. It was sweet but also seductive as hell. Like she knew that my watching her kiss him would get me going.

How had she known that?

She was making her way back over to me when the kitchen timer went off.

Oh, well. There’d be plenty of time for fun later.

I stole a look at Von, who just looked happy as hell and completely unbothered by the fact that there was another dude there who’d also just kissed his girl.

I guess you just never know.

He saw me looking at him.

“So what about you, Cato? What’s up with your work at the firm? Maizy’s told me what a high stress place it can be.”

I took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah. They’re working me hard. I mean, this is the first socializing I’ve done in probably two or three weeks. I don’t usually get out of the office ‘til nine or so.”

What a douche I was. Here was this guy who’d totally followed his passion. At the end of a day, he was exhausted, but he could go to bed knowing he’d done the world some good.

Not so much the case for me.

“That sounds rough, dude,” Von said.

“Yeah. I’m trying to figure out if it’s for me. I’m pretty sure it’s not. I just have to think about next steps, like what else I’d rather do. That sort of thing.”

“I’m sure you’ll get it figured out. Our girl here, though, she likes the work she does at the firm. Isn’t that right, baby?” he asked.

She finished putting the food on the table and waived us over. “I do like the work I do. It’s not nearly as grueling as Cato’s. But my boss is a piece of work.”

Jesus, did her pizzas look incredible. I almost ran to the table. I couldn’t remember if I’d eaten all day.

Maizy was an amazing cook, as I’d somehow known she would be. She was good at almost everything she did. It was one of the things I loved about her.

Shit. Love?

She’d added to my life in so many ways, not least of which was helping me come out of my shell at work. I mean, sure, I was recognized for the results I produced, but I was just shy enough to want to avoid anything to do with small talk or socializing with others there. She’d shown me how to relax and trust myself in those situations. Whenever the familiar twinge of discomfort crept up on me, I just pictured her face.

Her beautiful face. Which I happened to be looking at right now.

The assholes at the firm looked down on her, which really chapped my ass. None of them had an ounce of the character she did. Just because she hadn’t gone to a fancy university and was a paralegal instead of an attorney, they thought they were better.

But they weren’t.

Of that, I was sure.