together, so we can’t have broken up.”
Both Master Andrew and Kincaid gave Mitch a questioning look, their expressions so alike, it was a little unnerving.
“How long has it been since you scened with anyone other than Domi?” Kincaid asked. Mitch’s lips tightened, and he scowled harder, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Didn’t you go on dates to Marquis?” Master Andrew asked, a smile starting to grow. Part of the reason he and Mitch got along well was they had similar senses of humor, so Mitch wasn’t surprised to be teased, but he didn’t have to enjoy it. “Even before you stopped scening with anyone else, she was the only one you took there.”
“Does it feel like you’re broken up?” Kincaid poked his shoulder. “You don’t look like you right now, man. You look all sad and shit. How do you think I knew something was wrong?”
“Yup.” Master Andrew nodded. “In fact, I know exactly what to make you. You need a breakup drink.” He turned away to grab ingredients off the shelves behind him.
Groaning, Mitch let his head fall to the smooth wooden surface of the bar and banged it a couple times.
“What’s going on? Why is Mitch banging his head?” Brian asked from behind him. A hand patted him on the back. “You okay, buddy?”
“Domi ended their arrangement today,” Kincaid said blandly, his tone neutral, mimicking Mitch’s words.
“Aw, Domi broke up with you? I’m sorry, Mitch.”
Mitch groaned and banged his head again. Today sucked. Hard.
“Here you go.” Master Andrew slid something next to Mitch’s head. He turned and looked at it.
The drink was pink on the bottom, yellow through most of it, and had an umbrella sticking out of it with a maraschino cherry stuck on a little toothpick. Brian and Kincaid were looking at it with something akin to horror—they didn’t do mixed drinks. Heck, Brian barely drank liquor.
“What is that?” Kincaid asked.
Mitch smiled. Master Andrew knew him well. “Pineapple upside-down cake.”
“Will your man card be revoked after drinking that?” Kincaid quipped, his lips twitching.
“Hell, no. Only the bravest men drink these.” Mitch straightened and picked up the drink with a flourish, feeling a bit more like himself. “The ones completely secure in their manliness.”
“And those without tastebuds,” Brian muttered, his lips twitching. The drink was sickeningly sweet, but it was also exactly what Mitch needed right now—something sweet to soothe the beast.
Chapter Six
Domi
“Do you think the green is unprofessional?” Rae asked, peering into the bathroom mirror. Even the bathrooms in Marquis were posh, with lots of gleaming black-and-ivory tiles with red accents, a couch, and a little sitting room with extra full-length mirrors just inside the main door before reaching the actual bathroom. Rae was standing in front of the gilt mirror above the sink, more drunk than sober, staring at the lime green braids threaded through her hair almost suspiciously.
“I’m the last person you should ask,” Domi said with a snort. “I wake up and put on ‘work pajamas.’ Sometimes, I don’t even do that.” One of the many benefits of working from home.
Rae rolled her eyes.
“You still know what looks professional.” She frowned into the mirror.
“Is someone at work giving you a hard time?”
“Not exactly, but Sheila from HR has made a few comments about keeping hair colors more to natural colors.” Rae made a face. “As if her fire engine red is natural. That’s only natural on the Little Mermaid.” Domi giggled.
“I don’t think the green is unprofessional,” Domi said, tilting her head and looking at it. It wasn’t as if the green was all over Rae’s head, just a few braids scattered against the black. Though Domi had to admit, she didn’t think she’d seen too many accountants with green hair.
“Ugh, I want to quit so bad.”
“You know what you have to do then,” Domi said in a sing-song voice, stepping to the side, so she could bump her hip against Rae’s. Her bestie had been writing erotic romances for years, but the only person who had ever read them was Domi, who totally thought Rae could make it as an author. So far, Rae had refused to put them up anywhere anyone could see them.
To Domi’s surprise, instead of her usual denial, Rae ducked her head. Was that… was she blushing? It was hard to tell with her dark skin tone, but Domi was pretty sure Rae was blushing.
“Rae? Did you publish something?”
“Not exactly,” Rae said, still avoiding Domi’s gaze. “I put up one story on a free site for people to