Page 37 of Pack End Game

I jump as Quinn strolls into the reception area with a tablet in one hand and a giant iced coffee in the other. Her strawberry blonde hair is pulled back in a glossy updo, and her face is completely bare of makeup. She usually shares my affinity for heels, but today she's in sneakers that make it easier for her to move. That's a telltale sign that she's had a spark of inspiration and is in the throes of designing a new toy.

She stops dead when she takes in the sight of the four of us.

"Mia," she draws my name out into a bunch of extra imaginary syllables. "Why are there three tall men accompanying you to the office on a Sunday?"

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

Her lips twitch, fighting a smile. There's a knowingness to the way she looks at me, and I'm sure she's already clocked the fact that these guys are my mates.

A humiliating warmth spreads across my cheeks. You'd think after everything that happened in the past two days, I'd be immune to embarrassment by now. Instead, I feel like I've been caught with my hand in a cookie jar.

After a moment, I greet her brightly. "Quinn. Wow. Fancy seeing you here."

She raises an eyebrow, amused. "In the office of the company I own?"

"Good point. Seeing you here is normal, not fancy in any way." That somehow doesn't sound any better, and I think Freddie's ridiculousness might be rubbing off on me. Which is hilarious because I already come with my own brand of chaos, I don't need to adopt too much of his.

Quinn's gaze flicks back to the guys, and I'm surprised to see the recognition there. I wouldn't have expected my boss to know anything about sports, even the local teams. Part of the reason she loves me so much is that I keep her from having to be in the know about basically anything pop culture adjacent.

She probably has no idea about the viral video of me chasing Simon the Sloth down the sidelines at Friday night's game. That makes one person in my life.

Even my freaking parents texted me about the video. All four of them.

"Anyway..." Quinn moves toward us with an assessing gaze. "I'm just here to grab this." She waves her tablet. "I've been working all morning from my home office on a new idea, and I'm ready to put together some sketches."

The guys step out of her way, crowding closer to me, as she passes us to go to the elevator. She pushes the call button and then turns to wiggle her eyebrows suggestively.

"I imagine Mia is planning to show you around the office. Enjoy your tour, but try not to enjoy the office too much." Her suggestion is clear.

I close my eyes and groan lightly. "Quinn."

"There is a testing room that was sanitized this morning if you need it, though," she adds with the breezy professionalism that she usually reserves for discussing which conference room is available for a meeting.

I can practically feel the weight of Freddie staring at me hopefully. Spencer and Zak don't seem immune, either.

The elevator door opens, and Quinn steps on. "See you tomorrow, Mia!"

I sheepishly finger-wave to bid her goodbye. She's going to have so many questions tomorrow. Quinn hasn't found her own mates yet, and she loves living vicariously through everyone else. The head of Human Resources, whom she hired two years ago, hasn't had any luck convincing her to tone down the conversations about personal lives at work.

Hopefully, HR will never win the battle. I love that no matter how big Nest & Knot grows, my coworkers and I still feel like one big family.

Once the elevator doors close, and we're alone again, I face the guys. "So... That was my boss." I shake my head with a laugh. "She's going to pump me for all of the details tomorrow and be sorely disappointed that I don’t have anything spicier to share."

"Is that a challenge?" Spencer asks, a lazy smile spreading over his face.

I shrug one shoulder with a coy smile of my own. While I'm not sure we're ready to head straight for any of the testing rooms, I wouldn't mind if things heated up a little. Or a lot. All three of them have been the perfect gentlemen despite staying TWO nights at my house.

What are they waiting for? A flashing neon light to point to my vagina?

That can be arranged, if necessary.

I fan myself with my hand to try to cool off a little. I'm trying my best not to be impatient, which Milo has occasionally told me is one of my worst characteristics. Waiting a little longer for one of my mates to be the first to make a move won't kill me...

But it might lead to me using a testing room all by myself if they don't hurry.

"Are you all ready to see my office?" I ask, desperate to change the subject and already in motion. I guide them down the hall from the reception area, toward the open office space in the center, which houses a dozen cubicles.

I point out the desks and explain, "This is where the helpdesk people work. They're the only ones here who don't have private offices because a lot of times the calls have to be passed around to get questions answered or complaints lodged." I smile smugly and make sure to add, "We get thirty percent fewer complaints than all of our competitors."