Five Alarm Forever: A Reverse Harem Holiday Romance
It turns out that ninety percent of what Duke Hopkins told me over the decade and a half I knew him was absolute bullshit. But one thing he said was the God’s honest truth.
The first time you walk into a new fire house, you walk in like you have the biggest dick in the entire district.
It doesn’t matter that I’m a girl. Standing in front of Engine Company No. 3 in Evansburg, Illinois, I try to hold onto that one piece of good advice, even as I throw everything else that asshole ever said to me away.
After all, he’s the reason I’m stuck here.
I bite down on the inside of my lip hard enough to draw blood.
In the last six months of ‘administrative leave’, paper-pushing, and being shuffled around to any firehouse that would have me, I’ve had more than enough time to stew. This might not be where I wanted to end up, but it’s the one company desperate enough to risk taking me on. I’m not about to blow this chance with some shitty attitude.
Throwing my shoulders back, I lift my chin and summon whatever swagger I still have left.
Then I channel as much Big Dick Energy as I can muster and stride forward.
Despite the early December chill, the doors to the firehouse garage are wide open, revealing two big engines and a ladder truck. Someone has made a vague effort to give the place some holiday cheer, with a few strands of tinsel strung up around the open doors and a wreath hung between them. It’s not the most convincing effort ever.
And it’s not exactly what draws my eye, considering the rest of the view.
Two guys are already at work on one of the engines, checking out the gear.
Heat tickles low in my belly. Goddamn.