Page 29 of Pro Gamer's Aim

"Influencer?" Sam asks from beside me, slightly out of breath. "Do you need one?"

I'd explained all about my company this morning. She's now my biggest fan, but I'm more interested in the fantasies I have that involve her in my office.

Especially the one with her in thigh-high stockings and a pencil skirt. Something about Sam dressed as a prim secretary is really doing it for me.

"I might know someone perfect."

Shit, she was talking while I was fantasizing about sliding between those delicious thighs. Again.

I glance over, brow raised. "Oh?"

She nods, tucking windblown hair behind her ear. "My boss, Amy. Gaming is her side hustle and she's killing it. Millions of followers."

I blink. "Your boss moonlights as a gaming influencer?"

"Yep. Sponsors, merch, the whole shebang. But you didn't hear it from me." She winks.

I smirk. "Hear what?"

She grins and jogs back to Milo, who prances eagerly with the ball. I watch her in appreciation. The way her ass jiggles with every movement. That soft stomach I like to rest my hands on. How her thighs rub together—

"Miriam, let's talk more on this influencer angle tomorrow. For now, the contract is a go. I'll be in touch."

"Of course. Enjoy your evening, Asher." I can hear the smile in her voice. She hangs up.

I pocket the phone and head to the grill, mind whirring. An influencer, huh? Interesting.

I arrange the marinated steaks on the hot grate, inhaling the savory aroma as they sizzle. Milo woofs and scampers over to investigate.

"Hey, you little beggar." I nudge him away with my foot. "These aren't for you."

"Careful, he's crafty," Sam calls. "I caught him on the counter going after my sandwich once."

"Guess he'll fit right in with us shady characters then," I drawl.

She laughs, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. I glance over to see her plopped on the grass, Milo having given up the possibility of steak to sprawl in her lap. Damn, she's beautiful.

I clear my throat. "Steaks'll be ready soon."

"Great, I'm starved." She squints at me, but makes no effort to rise. "What can I help with?"

"I think I can handle flipping some meat, sweetheart."

She scoffs. "I'm not totally inept in the kitchen, you know."

"Never said you were. But you're my guest, so sit your pretty ass down and let me handle it."

She rolls her eyes but obliges, laying back against the grass. I hide a grin and focus on the food, prodding the meat with tongs.

Smoke curls in the breeze, embers glowing orange beneath the grate. The spicy scent of charring flesh permeates the air.

It's a perfect evening.

I slide the steaks onto a waiting platter and carry it to the table. Sam straightens, eyes widening.

"Wow. Those look incredible."

"Just wait 'til you taste 'em." I set the dishes down with a flourish.

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