Enzo pretended to rifle through the cabinets above while his other hand snaked around Seven’s waist. His mouth fell open in a silent moan as Enzo shifted, grinding himself against Seven’s ass in a way that had fireworks exploding behind his eyelids and his toes curling in his shoes.
“Just grab your coffee already,” Seven said in a heated whisper, even as he let himself melt into the heat of Enzo’s body and the spicy scent of his cologne.
“Sorry,” Enzo purred right against his ear. “This box just seems to be fighting me.”
“The box isn’t going to be the only thing fighting you if you don’t get off me, you perv,” Seven said around a soft laugh.
Enzo dropped his arms to cage him in, nosing just behind his ear teasingly. “You were the one who brought up my sluttyforearms. What did you think would happen? This is on you for being so flirty.”
Seven was so caught up in Enzo that he didn’t register the sound of heels on the hardwood floors until it was too late. Seven shoved Enzo away from him unceremoniously, whipping around to see which of their colleagues had caught them. Fucking Drucilla. She floated past them like a ghost, her white dress swinging around her knees, like she was some ethereal creature in an ad for luxury perfume.
She didn’t even acknowledge them until Seven started to say, “We were just…”
He let his words die as she cut her razor sharp gaze in their direction. “I don’t have enough words in the English language to even begin to describe how little I don’t fucking care about your weird awkward mating ritual,” she said in her usual flat affect. “Just keep it in your pants. Nobody wants their lunch with a side of your unwashed genitals.”
“What?” Seven managed just as Enzo sputtered, “Unwashed?”
“You heard me,” she said, pouring herself a cup of coffee from the pot that was, in fact, not empty at all. Seven eyed Enzo, his mouth forming a hard line.
When her cup was full, she turned gracefully, floating back towards the door. When she was almost there, she turned, somehow looking down her nose at them, even though they were both taller.
“You do realize Lourdes moved the seminar to ten, right?”
Seven’s eyes widened as he glanced at the large clock on the wall. “Seriously?”
“No, I’m joking,” she said flatly before rolling her eyes when they stared at her in confusion. “Yes, seriously. You have, like, fifteen minutes to kill your raging boners. Get it together.”
They both looked down at their crotches. When they looked back up, she was gone.
Ten minutes later, they were sitting side-by-side in theBlackwood, Thorne & Fairchildauditorium for their annual Workplace Harassment seminar. A woman with a brutal pixie cut and a face like a sour lemon stood before them wearing a khaki-colored suit that made her look like the warden from some eighties reform school movie. Seven had a feeling she sucked the joy out of every room she entered.
Including this one.
After a brief introduction that had Seven’s lids drooping, the lights lowered and a grainy training video began to play behind her. Seven was almost positive that it was shot in 144P by Thomas Edison himself. There was no other explanation for the terrible quality. They clearly hadn’t updated these training videos in at least a decade, which made it impossible to take the scenarios unfolding seriously.
On the screen, a man with a receding hairline and a baby blue suit loomed over a woman with a Princess Di haircut and a high-neck floral dress with lace trim everywhere. The man—her supervisor—was attempting to give her a very awkward shoulder massage. Gross.
Seven’s phone vibrated in his lap just as Enzo flipped his screen down. Seven gave him a hard side-eye then turned it over, looking around before opening the message.
Law Daddy
Imagine leaving your little house on the prairie only to be harassed by this leisure suit-wearing loser.
Seven snorted, then coughed to muffle it when several people turned to glare at him.
Seven
You never offered me a neck massage. All I got was a fancy pen and a duck that dresses better than you do.
Law Daddy
Nobody dresses better than I do. Besides, I didn’t know I was allowed to touch you.
Seven
Were you not the one trying to bend me over the break room sink twenty minutes ago?
Law Daddy
