Page 8 of Dubious Match
“And also remind her that we don’t appreciate cold messages,” Felix adds with a smirk.
“I guess we should head to the PR closet to create this gift bag, don’t you think?” Brice asks with a dark chuckle. “We’ll offer her the first bag so she’ll know what will be in each bag.”
“Maybe it’ll keep her from meddling so much if she’s coming so hard her eyes cross,” I mutter.
“I fucking knew it,” Brice hisses, smacking me over the head with the invitation. “Oh fuck, that smells really good.”
The words are said almost with a moan, and my eyes widen. Brice isn't typically affected by scent. He lives with seasonal allergies that kick his ass most of the year. I’m very surprised to see how hard he is through his slacks.
“Let’s go see if she’s still in the office,” Mal says urgently. “Remy, stop staring at Brice like you need his cock in your mouth.”
“Why are we all so horny today?” I groan.
“No idea, but we’re going to take the edge off when we get home,” Felix grumbles as he heads toward the PR closet.
All of the different suppliers we work with offer us samples of the different products we commission from them. Some things we try ourselves, others our employees try and come back with an honest review. We obviously don’t want them back, so we call it a job perk.
We really are good bosses, but everyone is tired and on edge. Thank fuck it’s Thursday. I think we just need a long weekend.
In fact…
“Carla!” I call out as I see my secretary. She’s finishing things at her desk so she can leave, and I don’t blame her.
“Yes, sir?” she asks, glancing up and dropping what’s in her hands as if it’ll help her move quicker to do what I need.
“We,” I say, circling the pack, “are not coming into work tomorrow. Please send out a company-wide email that the work day will end at noon tomorrow for everyone."
A brilliant smile lights up her face, and it makes me feel even worse. Carla loves her job, but things have been nonstop go-go-go, I don’t blame her for feeling exhausted as well.
“Have a wonderful weekend,” she says.
As we continue to walk, Brice chuckles under his breath. “I have one call tomorrow, but I guess I’m taking it in the backyard,” he muses. “Are we planning to be lazy and sloppy otherwise?”
“Fuck yes,” I growl under my breath. “I’d venture to say hedonistic even with lots of fucking all weekend.”
“Count me in,” Brice says grinning. “Now, should we include a butt plug with a flared base in this gift bag?”
Malcolm roars with laughter, scaring an intern or two as we pass by them. They’ll never know what we’re talking about, or that their bosses have a large streak of asshole written in their DNA.
If you can’t have fun at work, then why bother at all?
BRICE
I’m sure I’m missing portions of the reasons why Remy is so set on doing this, but as someone who puts huge efforts into building relationships with people, I can see why he’s angry about this. I’ve never heard of this girl or her little dating company.
I’m looking forward to meeting the girl with this much audacity and putting her in her place. We typically drive to work together since we all leave at the same time, and Mal is usually the one who drives. It’s just how things work out. He’s currently cruising down the street in front of Cupid’s Call looking for a parking spot, muttering about why everyone is in his way.
He has terrible road rage, making our commute comedic as he mutters, yells, and makes vulgar hand gestures toward the other drivers. Outside of this unfortunate character flaw, he is the sweetest alpha that exists.
Hiding a smile, I watch as he slides into a spot around the corner from where Cupid’s Call is located. We’ve once again been saved from the dangers of his road rage.
“Finally,” Mal grumbles, taking a deep breath.
The second he turns off the engine, he goes back to being the incredibly kind alpha that we all fell in love with. I tried to fight it, but about halfway through our junior year of college, wegot drunk together and threw caution to the wind. Fuck being careful if it means being miserable.
Looking over his shoulder, his white, even teeth flash at us as he smiles.
“I caught a glimpse of the lights on during the third pass around the block,” he says. “If we miss her, I want tacos for dinner. I deserve them after this traffic.”
