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“You liiiiike him…” Melissa sang.
She'd shown up in his office to share lunch, which Marcus was fine with. But while being friends with someone who's boss is in charge of Hell's social media might be the best way to find out all the good dirt, the way she was teasing him over Mr. Valentino's new director was becoming increasingly annoying.
With a derisive snort, Marcus waved her away. “What are we, twelve?”
“Hm… you're not denying it.”
“Fine, he is attractive in a scrungly sort of way. But it's not worth getting worked up over. Besides, I've read his file. His emergency contact is his wife. I'm not getting involved in that mess.”
“Well, Vox is practically married, and that hasn't stopped you.”
Marcus went red to the tips of his ears. “That's not fair, Mely!”
“Oh, come on, you know I'm not shaming.”
“I’d fucking hope not, considering how far up Ms. Velvette's ass you are.”
Melissa laughed.
“Well, I guess you don't want to hear the latest news, then?
Dammit.
“…What news?”
“You know Trisha?”
Marcus gave a nod. One of Velvette's models, she of the starry-pupiled eyes, now doing double duty in the Studio as a makeup artist. “What about her?"
“She's dating his wife.”
Marcus choked on his sandwich. “Wait, what?!”
“You heard me.” Melissa looked as smug as a kitty with a mouthful of feathers. “Apparently they have an open marriage.”
He boggled at her for a minute. He opened his mouth, then shut it again as quickly, honestly having no idea how to respond.
“You can always ask him about it tonight.”
“Wait, what the hell do you mean ‘tonight’?”
Melissa produced her phone, quickly tapping away. Within seconds Marcus hears a ping from his own phone.
She'd sent a group text, suggesting drinks after work. Marcus scoffed a little at the recipients.
“Tom, but not Katie?” he asked dryly.
“Do you seriously want to be around her homophobic ass drunk?”
“Fair enough.”
Also on the list was the aforementioned Trisha and a few other models, some more folks from Channel 666, and some from the Studio.
Within seconds were a few positive responses, and Marcus felt a little burst of foolish pleasure when that man in particular popped in to say he’d be interested in joining them.
“Oh. Well.”
“You’ll be sharing all the details afterwards, right?”
He gave an embarrassed snort and rolled his eyes.
“Fine, if there are any, you'll be the first to know.”