Page 45 of Aim Assist

"Fuck you, your majesty. Let's see you try to master a totally new game in front of thousands. It's not—"

I break off as I see Amy stand up from her desk, stretching languidly. She's been so focused she hasn't moved in hours.

I watch, transfixed, as her tight pencil skirt rides up, exposing a tantalizing bit above her knee.

She reaches for her water bottle, throat bobbing as she gulps it down.

Desire comes unbidden, memories of that soft skin under my hands, that mouth on mine. I shift in my seat, trying to tamp down the sudden rush of heat.

Damn it, I need to focus. Can't let myself get distracted again, especially not on stream.

I clear my throat. "Alright, let me try that quest one more time. Think I've almost got the hang of it..."

I don't bother checking the chat. Not a single one of those fuckers is on my side. They're enjoying watching me fail.

As I click to respawn, I sneak one last glance at Amy. But she's not looking my way.

Amy

Somehow, I've avoided Liam for three days, even when spending the better part of five hours together in the same room.

With learning the new game's mechanics, it's been a little easier than I expected to stay distracted during the day. Ignoring his texts every night has been a little harder.

I'm angry, but seeing his eyes on me all day long… it's enough to make a girl bend.

Maybe over the desk, with him behind and—

Damn it! I'm doing it again.

My brain goes straight into the gutter every damn time I think about the man.

But it's day four now, and everything's changed. There's no avoiding him anymore.

His character's avatar is in front of mine, waving with a cute little emote. Unlike my elf, which looks mostly human despite being much smaller and having pointy ears, he's chosen a green orc.

Thankfully, I'm not attracted to orcs.

Honestly, the game's cute. Running around as a tiny elf with a giant mini-gun at times has been hilarious, and watching him—as an oversized green orc—use a tiny little pistol to take monsters out? Funny.

There have been a lot of comedic elements with the NPCs, and I'm invested in the story. The city's kept safe because of the powers of some generators in the city, but the power source is dwindling. As the resident hero, I'm out gathering crystals from the monsters to help power the barrier that keeps us from being murdered by monster and/or zombie invasions. Or something.

Okay, no. It sounds like I'm not interested, but I am. I promise.

I'm interested. And very, very distracted.

The chat box, neglected this entire time as I've learned the game, is the focus of today's stream. K has been frustrated with the fact that we aren't showcasing the team play and social aspect.

So Liam's sauntered his stupid orc over to wave at me and greet me in chat.

Sir Trixalot: Hi!

I can't keep staring at the screen as I daydream. My chat's already going wild with question marks and people asking if I'm frozen.

Ash Bandit: Hello.

Sir Trixalot: I have a quest to survive five waves of a monster invasion. Do you have that?

I snort, peering around my monitor. I can see Liam peeking around his, too.

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