Page 222 of Savage Bosses

“I hope you find a Victoria to pose with. I secretly worship you two. Benedict is cool and all, but I love office romances.” She grinned.

“Me too.” I saluted her and started toward the salon where the meet-up would take place. I glanced at my phone. Salon K.

“Commander Murphy,” someone called out to me.

I stopped for a photo from a guy with an Eiffel tower T-shirt with the words “Love is divine at Paris in Springtime.”

“Thanks.” He saluted me and then went on to another cosplayer.

A few more people stopped me before I walked into the amber-lit room filled with chairs facing a dais full of people.

“Oh, we finally have a Murphy,” a man with a camera around his neck exclaimed. “This is great. There are so many Galaxy Federation soldiers, Venetian gentry, and a Natsuimum. But we only have one Vice Admiral Victoria, three Benedicts, and a Murphy. We're going to get some great shots.”

I watched as the organizer attempted to get everyone's attention but failed. I made a loud barking sound that I'd heard military guys make to command the space when it was in chaos. Everyone stopped then I gestured toward the organizer.

“Wow. Thank you, Commander. Alright, people, I want everyone off the stage except our illustrious Vice Admiral and the kings. Then I will call the next shots. Everyone is free to take pics as long as I get mine first.”

The group complied, and the photoshoot began. I got a few incredible shots myself until they pulled me into the shoot. As the only Murphy, I was in most of the photos. They were either showing the love triangle between Murphy, Victoria, and Benedict, or some sort of combat scene. It was fun, and Victoria—the Vice Admiral one—was as sexy as I had imagined.

I loved Dani Bond books, but this cosplayer brought the character to life in a way that I would not be able to read the book, especially the sex scenes, the same.

“Look alive, Commander. We are still filming,” she said with authority that would live rent-free in my head.

Get some book babe booty.

The idea had merit. She wore a helmet. I wore one. Neither of us could see the other's face. I've never had a con hook-up like that. The woman always got down and dirty and stripped. It seemed like some unwritten rule the women I wanted did. It was unimaginative at this point.

“And that's all the time we have. A Paris in Springtime Dating game show is filming next, so we gotta get out so they can set up.”

And I need to go to the trivia contest.

I offered my hand to Victoria. “It's been a pleasure, Vice Admiral.”

She nodded at me while still in character. Through the semi-transparent veil I could see the ghost of a smile. “As always, Commander.”

She accepted my hand, and perhaps I channeled Commanded Murphy too much because I twirled her around, then dipped her low. There were several ohs and ahs, along with flashes. She smelled of lavender tea and vanilla. Damn. This girl took cosplay through to the end.

I leaned my head in close.

“Are you testing the stickiness of my sap or Benedict's?” she asked. At the same time, one of the Benedicts touched my arm. Her tone was breathy, and her body pliant against mine. I wanted her then and there. But there were a few other items I had to secure.

A flurry of flashes and whines continued as I held her.

“I am so torn,” someone close said.

“Three-way. That's the only way to win. I'm writing that fanfiction tonight. I can't unsee it,” another said.

“I don't share.” I noted the name on her badge before I righted Victoria, then left the stage with the sound of groans.

Jaelle. I'd find her after trivia, and if it all worked out, I'd celebrate my win with her.

There was nothing like a release after victory.

CHAPTER 3

Judy-Lynn

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