“I think so,” Jimmy says slowly.

In case there was any question, Mr. Stroker cues up the PowerPoint and goes to the incriminating slides. I close my eyes to block out the view of my tongue in Alex’s mouth.

“I’m so sorry. I put the mouth-fucking slides in a while ago and forgot to take them out.” Jimmy cringes when Dean elbows him in the side. “I mean the kissing slides. Violet calls it mouth-fucking, which we think is funny—”

“Shut up,” Dean hisses.

“It’s okay,” I mutter. “Can you just—”

“It’s not okay, Violet. This is unprofessional behavior. What if the Darcys weren’t so understanding?” Mr. Stroker gestures to the massive image on the screen. My tongue is the size of my actual head.

I sink down in my chair, wishing Stroker would take the hint and change the slide. I steal a peek at the Darcys. Mitch’s eyes are darting between my tongue in Alex’s mouth, Jimmy and Dean, and then back to Bunny.

My humiliation knows no end.

I raise my hand. “Mr. Stroker.”

“Yes, Violet.”

“Can we change the slide to something that isn’t me with my tongue in Alex’s mouth, please?”

He glances over. “Oh. Right. I was making a point.”

“I think it’s made.”

“You two, go to my office and wait there. I’ll deal with you when we’re done in here.” Stroker waves them out.

Jimmy and Dean trip over each other to escape. I have no idea what the damn point of that was.

“Well, this has to be the most entertaining financial meeting I’ve ever attended.” Bunny flips her hair over her shoulder and gives me what should be a smile, but her lips hardly move. I wonder what it’s like getting a blow job from her.

We spend the next half hour talking informally, and not about mouth-fucking. As excited as I am, this is a huge responsibility. It also comes with a significant incentive. Big accounts mean more money. I get one percent of whatever I make for the Darcys, and when I’m handling more than thirty million dollars, that adds up. Nothing like what Alex makes, but it’s way more than I’m making now.

Bunny hugs me again on their way out. “When Alex is feeling up to it, let us know and we’ll do dinner. And if you want to get together and have some girl time—you know, facials, Botox, bra shopping, stuff like that—just call!”

“Of course. Thanks so much.” I try not to read anything into it. I’m sure she just wants to be friends. And even if the rumors aren’t a load of BS, Buck said he doubted the Darcys would stick their noodles in the team pool anyway.

“We hockey wives have to stick together.” Bunny winks at me again. Maybe it’s a tic.

She called me a hockey wife. It’s starting to sink in what that really means. It’s more than changing my name from Hall, which makes me sound like the location of a low-budget horror movie, to Waters, which turns it into a sweet romance.

It’s going to mean moving around if Alex changes teams, and possibly more than once when he eventually changes his entire career. He’s already twenty-six. I know the stats on hockey careers and their longevity. It’s my job to know that information so I can help these guys plan for their futures. It’s surreal to think he’s approaching the end of his first career when I’ve barely started mine.

Stroker pats my shoulder once the elevator doors close behind the Darcys. “You did a great job, Violet, even with the tongue pictures.”

“Thanks.”

“You should get some lunch, or maybe go home for the rest of the day. You’re probably exhausted.”

“Are you sure?” I’m totally done. I didn’t realize how much energy this whole office experience was going to take.

“Positive. I know this thing with Alex has been tough on you. That you even came in to do this today is commendable.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets and jingles his keys, regarding me carefully. “You know some of our senior team do a lot of their work from home, and based on what you’ve managed to accomplish while you’ve been out of the office—and dealing with everything else—I think that could work for you, if it’s something you’re interested in.”

“Uhh…” This is exactly what Alex has been asking for, which makes me suspicious. “Did Alex call you or something?”

Stroker purses his lips. It makes him look like he’s sucking on a lemon. “Why would Alex call me?”

“I don’t know. No reason.”

“Anyway, you think about it, and we can talk later. I’m going to go deal with Dumb and Dumber.”

“Oh, God, I forgot they were waiting in your office! What are you going to do to them?” I ask.

“Make them review all the files from the Phillips account.”

“There’s a whole room of boxes dedicated to that account.”

Stroker smiles. It’s very Joker-scary. “Exactly.”

“That’ll take weeks.”

“Yup. And they’ll be too busy to play any more juvenile pranks.”

“Good point.”

His creepo smile fades. “All right. You go find Charlene and tell her she can take an extended lunch break with you.” He turns to walk away again.

I suddenly feel like I’m getting special treatment I don’t deserve. “Mr. Stroker?”

“Hmm?” He glances over his shoulder.