forward to meeting my friends the same way Maverick was.
Cameron gave me a look like he was expecting me to say something else. “Is Angelo’s good for dinner?”
His sigh said that wasn’t what he’d wanted to hear, but I wasn’t going to play guessing games, so I ignored it.
When I didn’t respond to the sigh, he switched gears. “Maverick likes steak?”
I laughed. “No, Maverick likes teasing our new favorite waiter by being completely inappropriate with me.”
Cameron wasn’t expecting that response.
He must have swallowed wrong because he started coughing and choking. George would’ve had a heart attack watching him, but I just laughed. When he could finally breathe, he shot me a dirty look. “You should come with a warning label.”
“It's not my fault you’re so reserved you’re almost vanilla.” I grinned when he snorted. “Maverick likes that he can tease me in public and I get off on it. Yes, he likes making me happy, but he also seems to like showing off what’s his.”
I waggled my eyebrows. “My Master likes to push things to the edge.”
Cameron snickered. “Don’t say that too loud around here. The last few guys you’ve hired are really…traditional.”
I sighed. “Yeah, people in kink just aren’t into working with their hands anymore.”
I was serious, but he started laughing.
Rolling my eyes, I shrugged. “But they were great during the interviews and none seem to have an issue working for me, so I’m counting my blessings.”
“Yeah, they didn’t even have an issue when I started talking about George.” Cameron straightened, looking around to make sure no one could hear him. “I mean, everyone in general has been good, but I guess I thought a guy dating one of their males would make at least someone blink.”
“Aliens, dude. Everything else takes a back seat when aliens land on Earth.” I smirked. “Give them a few more years and someone will find something to be prejudiced about.”
Hopefully not, though.
So far it had only been fringe groups with any kind of issue and even they were few and far between.
He snorted. “I’d rather they didn’t.”
As he stepped back into the hallway, he grinned. “Okay, Angelo’s at seven tomorrow, right?”
He glanced at the stacks of papers on my desk. “That work for you or are you still going to be working your way through that chaos tomorrow?”
My sigh might’ve been a bit dramatic. “Yeah, this is a never-ending mess.”
Cameron’s grin broadened. “And I bet Maverick loves how much you usually work.”
I groaned. “He’s been practicing guilt. He says it’s a very interesting form of communication when used correctly.”
Laughter burst out of Cameron. “I love it.”
I flipped him off. “Thanks. I think I’m going to have to hire someone else in the office to be able to cut back some hours.”
Cameron finally stopped grinning. “Is that going to be an issue?”
I shook my head. “No, financially we’re sound. I probably should’ve done it ages ago, but there wasn’t any reason. I didn’t have a life, so the extra hours weren’t terrible.”
“Well, now you have a life.” He smirked. “Be careful what you wish for.”
“No, I’m excited.” I let out a deep breath. “It’s been hard. I was always more lifestyle than you. I feel so much more relaxed knowing Maverick is there.”
I knew some people wouldn’t understand, but I liked knowing he was there to stop me from overworking. Having someone who was setting boundaries made me feel safer.
Cameron nodded. “I get it. I’m just glad it’s working out.”
Again, there seemed to be something else he wanted to say, but he kept it to himself as he waved and called out that he’d see me later.
His exit made me realize how late it was getting, so I finished up a few last things that wouldn’t wait and got ready to head home.
Maverick still wasn’t handling me driving terribly well, so as I climbed in my car, I texted him I was heading home.
I’m leaving work now. I’ll see you when I get home.
His shift started before I had to go into work, so he was always home before I was.
I will meet you at your residence. Please drive safely and remember the phone rules.
Trying not to smile, I texted back.
I will. Okay, turning off the volume now.
He hadn’t been able to decide what he wanted me to do about the phone. On one hand, he thought it would be safest to turn it off, but on the other, he hated the idea that if I was in an accident I might not have