Mark Fletcher, 27, at the top

***Mark's POV***

Greyson Parker. Best Friend. Closet virgin. CEO. Boss.

Grey is the hardest working human I know. His professional life is impeccable.

His personal life is non-existent.

That is where, as his best friend, I must do the honor of meddling.

How can you be a 25-year-old virgin? Have you seen the man? Hell, I would fuck him. Not really. But, you know what I'm saying.

I would actually do him, though.

I have gone out of my way to set up a series of mock interviews. I paid each applicant to show up and bomb tremendously.

I spent all weekend previewing every prospect at National Temps until I found the perfect candidate.

Makil Oliver.

The boy is a fine specimen.

I'd fuck him too!

He graduated as Valedictorian at 15 from high school, and at 18, he graduated from NYU, Summa Cum Laude.

The guy is a mother fucking genius.

After surfing the net for any valuable information on Makil's personal life, I came up dry.

I'm not sure he is into men, but I'm willing to bet my left nut that he is at least bi-curious.

Aren't we all.

I contacted the agency and demanded that they send Mr. Oliver to a job he is clearly overqualified for.

Hear me out.

Once Grey realizes the asset he has been handed, I'm sure Makil will be utilized in a manner more suited for his intelligence.

The point is to push these two loners together.

I'm a great friend. I mean, think about it. Grey gets his cherry popped, and he ends up with a valued employee.

Don't worry; I patted myself on my own back.

If you think this is just about sex, you're wrong.

I already picked out my suit for their wedding.

Call it a hunch.

This is what will be going on soon enough, hopefully.

Okay, it is definitely about sex.

Anyways, judging by Grey's persistence in hiring Makil permanently, I'm going to say I have started a ball rolling.

You can call me Cupid. I don't mind!

We are all heading to dinner. Great idea, Grey. Usually, I ride with Grey, but I purposefully drove my Maserati to work today.

I arrive at Keen's and spot the future husbands walking towards the door.

Fuck, they look good together.

I would definitely do them both. I am just saying.

They are talking, and both seem to be genuinely interested in whatever they are discussing.

One point to Cupid.

I walk towards them while observing their body language. Neither seems to be shying away from one another's personal space. They walk closely, brushing into each other a couple of times on their way to the door.

Another point for Cupid.

As I approach, I clear my throat to alert them of my presence subtly.

"We ready?" I ask, pinching my bottom lip between my pointer finger and thumb.

"After you." Grey offers Mak as he holds the door for us both.

So chivalrous.

We announce our arrival and are immediately taken to our table. The hostess winks at Grey, causing me to roll my eyes.

Wrong tree, sweetheart.

Grey nods his head at the hostess as he pulls a chair out for Mak.

"Can I start you off with a glass of wine?" The waiter requests.

I hope the waiter realizes that I see him check out Mak's ass. Grey notices. His low growl is a warning to the waiter.

That's three points.

"I will have a glass of red wine, please," Grey tells the waiter with an annoying clip.

"I will as well, please." Mak smiles softly.

"Just bring a bottle of Chateau Lafite, please." Grey alters his order.

"I will have a scotch on the rocks," I add before the waiter takes off, a little too fast.

I guess he caught on that his presence was pissing Grey off.

"Would you like an appetizer?" Grey directs the question at Mak.

"Whatever you want." Mak politely agrees.

"That's not what I asked." Grey smiles. The inflection in his voice is making it clear Mak needs to make the decision.

Mak studies the menu for a few moments.

"Crab cakes?" Mak asks while he bites his bottom lip.

Grey reaches over to not so subtly pull Mak's lip from between his teeth.

"Excellent choice." Grey nods his head in praise.

I sit here. I smirk to myself. I did great.

The points continue to tally.

"Your wine." The waiter returns, carefully filling the two glasses before handing me my scotch. He sets the bottle on the table. I notice he keeps his eyes on Grey.

Smart man.

"Are you ready to order?" The waiter asks.

"We will start with the Crab Cakes. I will have Lobster and Filet Mignon. Medium Rare. Baked Potato. Caesar Salad." Grey begins.

"Prime rib. Medium Rare. Fries and Market vegetables." I continue.

"Prime Rib, Medium. Baked Potato and Asparagus." Mak finishes our order. The waiter turns on his heel to head towards the kitchen.

"This place is beautiful." Mak glances at the fancy dining room.

I get the impression he hasn't been as privileged as both Grey and I.

"Wait until you taste the food." I smile at Mak.

"I hope you were hungry. The portions aren't exactly small." Grey explains.

"Starving." Mak huffs out his admission.

I get a clear impression that he isn't lying.

I make a mental note to make sure Grey keeps an eye on him. Not that I'm worried Grey won't. I have a feeling Grey is already planning on it.

Mak is a little underweight. I will blame it on college and high metabolism for now.

The crab cakes make their way to our table. We pick at them over the conversation.

I listen while Grey and Mak talk.

I interject lewd comments often, eliciting several blushes from the ball of cuteness we call Mak.

Grey shoots me a look, silently telling me to cut it out. I won't. I know he is enjoying the view.

After a while, Grey refills the wine glasses and orders me another scotch as our dinner is placed in front of us.

I notice Mak's plate is incorrect. They put fries on it. He clearly ordered a baked potato.

Mak says nothing. It pissed me off. I have a feeling the waiter did it on purpose.

"Mak, what did you order?" I asked, feigning stupidity.

"I ordered a baked potato. But, it's not a big deal. I like fries too." Mak shrugs.

It is a big deal. Grey proves how big of a deal it actually is.

Grey snaps his fingers to grab our waiter's attention.

"His plate is wrong. Please bring it back the way he ordered it." Grey's jaw ticks as the waiter pull Mak's plate away.

"Mr. Parker, it was alright. I didn't mind." Mak tries to calm Grey.

Wrong answer.

"It's Grey, both at work and in public. It's not fine. You placed your order. He will give you precisely what you requested." Grey smiles broadly towards the kitten sitting beside him.

"Thank you, Grey." Mak looks up from under his lashes into Grey's brown eyes.

I know Grey has a boner. I see him shift slightly in his seat. How could you not? This guy is certifiably adorable.

The waiter returns with Mak's corrected plate setting it down with an apology.

Grey waves the waiter away, clearly displeased with his lack of attention to detail.

Now that all three of us have our dinner plates, we get to work on consuming our food.

"Is it to your liking?" Grey peeks over at Mak and grins when Mak shakes his head.

"Good." Grey nods while continuing to take bites of his food.

"Are you excited to start work tomorrow?" I question Mak.

"Absolutely. I have researched Parker, Inc. I feel comfortable with the direction the markets are headed. I look forward to working with both you and Grey. If the numbers increase at the same rate as the last three years, this year is going to set a record. Parker, Inc. will move to number five in Manhattan." Mak spouts off an explanation like he is leading a marketing meeting.

The guy is fucking ridiculously impressive.

Grey leans back in his chair as he smirks at me. His pride is evident.

I wink at my best friend. Grey shakes his head at my antics.

"It's nice to see somebody who values my efforts." Grey directs his response at Mak.

"You are truly talented. I have been watching your trends for several years. I actually modeled my final project in Economics off your company. It earned me a perfect score." Mak confesses between bites of food.

I watch, enthralled. This kid has no business being Grey's assistant, really. He is definitely upper management material.

"I'm flattered." Grey breathes out.

I can tell Grey means it. Grey's eyes are shining with admiration for his future husband.

I know they aren't even dating. Just let me have this, okay.

"Are you sure you're willing to be an assistant? You are obviously better than this position." I question Mak.

I jolt upright when Grey's Italian Leather shoe collides with my left shin.

I chuckle.

"I'm positive. It's not about a title or the salary. I mean, I obviously need a salary. However, it is about the experience" Mak waves his fork over his plate as he dismisses my observation.

Grey continues fangirling over every word Mak manages to deliver.

I don't blame him. Mak is stunning.

I should have kept him for myself.

We continue eating while Mak regales us with his knowledge of Parker, Inc.

The waiter comes along to offer us dessert. We decline. Their portions genuinely are more than enough.

"Will this be separate checks?" The waiter asks the table.

"Yes" "No" Mak speaks first with Grey overriding him in his authoritative tone.

"Grey, I don't mind paying for my meal." Mak starts.

"You will do no such thing. I am treating you." Grey rebuttals.

"Thank you." Mak nods his head in submission before flashing his dimples like the fucking sun showing up to announce its presence.

Jesus, these two are going to be the death of me.

I relax in my seat, crossing my ankle over my knee. I sip my scotch as I watch my ship dock.

They definitely call me Cupid!

Once the waiter takes Grey's card away and brings back the receipt, we stand to leave.

Grey ushers Mak forward with his left hand hovering at the small of Mak's back.

I walk behind them, smiling proudly at my little matchmaking skills.

I say my goodnights to Grey and Mak. I promise Grey I will text him when I get home before making my way towards my car.

I turn to watch as Grey opens the door for Mak to get into his Aston Martin.

I notice the bounce in Grey's step as he makes his way towards his side of the vehicle.

The dinner could not have gone better if I do say so myself.

I drive my Maserati back home to my Penthouse.

I use the elevator and head towards my door once I step off. Once I unlock the door, I walk inside my home, laying my keys and cell phone on the kitchen counter.

I walk out to the balcony and look out over the city. Manhattan. The city of dreams. At least that's my opinion.

I walk to my room and strip down to my briefs before grabbing my phone, carrying it to bed with me.

I search through my emails but find nothing of consequence.

I randomly start watching penguin videos on YouTube. This isn't unusual; I'm low-key obsessed with adorableness.

As I'm shutting my phone screen down for the night, I receive a text.

Big Sexy (Grey): I hope you made it home safe. Your dumb ass better not have died. I'm really excited about Mak. I mean about him working with us, obviously. Goodnight. If you did die, please tell Satan I said hello, and I will see him one day. 😈

His Royal Hotness (Me): Sorry I didn't text. I'm home, safe. I'm alone and scared. Please come hold me. Lmao. Don't forget to use lube; it will hurt like a bitch tomorrow otherwise. Wrap it before you tap it. 😉