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The second I finish speaking, the room falls silent. Shit! I want the floor to crack open and swallow me whole. These people are going to call the police or something because what I described isn’t normal. “Please delete that... I was joking... making light of the situation.”

“Uh, we can certainly edit that out before it goes to air.” I can hear the cringe in the interviewer’s voice and I turn away from the camera in shame. There is a reason I have never expressed what I truly crave in the bedroom. People will never understand there are other preferences when it comes to sex; all they want to hear about is plain vanilla.

I fumble my way through the rest of the interview, though honestly, I don’t recall half the questions they asked. They thank me and say they will be in contact soon, but I walk out of the building feeling ashamed and utterly repulsed by myself. Once inside my car, I pull my phone out and see a text from Julius.

Julez

You got this, Moo. Call me when you finish

I stare at the message, wanting to reply but not sure what to say. My fingers hover over the keyboard for so long as I question if I should reply. Though I know if I don’t say something he’ll worry with it now on read.

Me

The second I push send, I literally facepalm. Julius won’t accept a freaking thumbs up! Out of the guys, he’s the one who picks up on my emotions fastest and knows if something isn’t right. Sure enough, my phone rings. Releasing a tired sigh, I answer the call. “Hey.”

“What’s wrong?” His tone is laced with worry, just like I expected.

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

“Bullshit. What happened, Mellie?”

The air rushes from my lungs. “I admitted what I like in the bedroom and then shit got awkward. I said some crazy things and then I told them I wanted my partner to be like you guys, but then I also said some other things?—”

“Wait, hold up. You want your guy to be like me, Storm, and Zayne?”

I inhale sharply as I realize I just fucked up majorly again. I never should have mentioned that!

“Oh shit, it’s my boss. Got to go. Speak soon, bye!” I end the call and slouch back in my seat, wishing I could wake up and redo this fuck-up of a day. “You’re a fucking idiot, Malaney Foster!”

Let’s just hope like hell Julius forgets what I said and doesn’t tell the others!

Chapter Three

Julius

I stare at my phone, speechless.

We have been best friends with Malaney for as long as I can remember, and I never expected her to say she’s looking for someone like us! Mellie has always been off limits.

Though what she doesn’t know is that I work for the company she auditioned for, and I’m the guy responsible for editing all the footage.

It’s no secret we always flirt with Mellie—she’s fucking stunning and a prize—but we know she won’t cross that line with us, as she thinks we see her as one of the guys. I mentally scoff at the very idea. There is no fucking way any of us see her like that. She’s too fucking beautiful. Zayne and I have heard her vibrator working overtime while we’re fucking, and knowing she’s gettingoff on listening to us sends us both over the edge. Damn... now I’m wondering what she looks like as she comes...

I sit here and tap the edge of my desk impatiently while I wait for them to send me her interview footage. She doesn’t even know I pushed her application to the top of the pile. If there is a single person in this world who deserves to be loved and cherished, it’s Mellie. Any son of a bitch would be lucky to hold her attention, not that anyone has ever been good enough for her so far. Storm makes sure I investigate anyone who takes her out, then his ass tracks her until she walks back in the door.

When my computer pings with an incoming email, I scramble to open it. My breathing is erratic, and my nerves are going haywire. While I know this is breaching her trust, and I shouldn’t be watching it, I can’t stop myself—I need to see it. I hit play, and a smile stretches across my face at the sight of her. Her wavy brown hair with blonde highlights is loose around her shoulders, and her hazel eyes are bright and round, though I can see they are slightly bloodshot.

She’s been drinking!

I knew she was nervous, but I didn’t realize she needed liquid courage to get through the interview. I recline in my seat and settle in to watch the clip of my girl fumbling her way through this disaster.

“Now, please state your name and age.”

“Malaney Foster and I’m twenty-five.”

“What do you do for work?”

“I’m an assistant to a wedding planner.”

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