“Maizy,” she said simply.
Oh, god. What the hell was she up to?
I smiled brightly, clenching my fists under my desk. “Eva! How’s your day going?”
She placed a cheek of her skinny little ass on the corner of my desk, pushing the papers I was working with onto the floor.
And no, she didn’t pick them up.
“Fine, Maizy, my day is just fine.”
Then what the hell did she want?
“I wanted to remind you that review time is about two weeks away now. I was wondering if you’d given any thought to what we discussed at the firm party?” she asked.
I’d given plenty of thought to her being the biggest bitch on wheels. But I didn’t think that’s what she was asking about.
So I played dumb just to mess with her.
“What do you mean, Eva?” I asked, my smile still bright.
“Well, you know, about what you need to do to really excel at the firm.”
“Oh. Like find a husband? Is that what you mean, Eva?”
Ha. I had her. She looked like she wanted to crawl out of her skin.
“Well, that’s not exactly what I said, Maizy. But how are you progressing in that area?”
“Yeah, Eva, I think we both know someone doesn’t find a guy, get engaged, and then get married in four weeks flat.”
Is it possible she hadn’t considered that? I’d thought she was smart. “Right. Right. I just wanted to know if you’d made any progress. Like with my brother-in-law.”
“If what you’re asking is whether I’ll be married to your brother-in-law in two weeks’ time, I’d have to say the answer is no.”
“Right. Of course.”
I should have just turned her lame ass into human resources. But I didn’t want to ruin my career. At least, not yet.
Her office phone rang, and she jumped up to run for it.
That’s right, bitch. You’d better run.
But she had gotten me thinking, and I did need to do something about the guys and I had an idea. I just had to see if they’d all go for it.
Chapter 18
Anson
I guess there was a first for everything.
I was headed over to Braden Darby’s house to meet him and another guy Maizy was supposedly dating. The Maizy I’d gone out with just a few nights previous.
I know, right?
What the fuck?
When she’d invited me over, I thought it was one of the freaking strangest requests I’d ever heard.