Free Shifters on Fire: A BBW Shifter Romance Boxed Set by Marissa Farrar, Kate Richards, Marian Tee, Lynn Red, Dominique Eastwick, Becca Vincenza, Ever Coming, Lila Felix, Dara Fraser, Skye Jones, Lisbeth Frost

she didn’t know the guy’s name yet! She didn’t know if he was single or just some kind of multi-mating scumbag who wanted to put her name on a fraternity plaque.
    “You’re funny,” he said a moment later. “Fine, I’ll send my number to your little service. Are you sure you can’t just tell me how to get ahold of you?”
    For a moment, she almost wanted to just splatter out her phone number, her address, and whatever else he wanted. His getting her joke, his making fun of those porno ads that she’d never admit to having recognized, but absolutely having recognized, and that voice just gave her a squiggle deep down inside.
    “Nope,” she said with a smirk on her face that came through in her voice. “That’d be way too easy, wouldn’t it?”
    He let out a sigh, but the fun of her current exchange was cut short when Mr. Dwyer walked out from the back office with a red face and a whole lot of aggravation very present in the wrinkles of his forehead. “Sheena?” he asked, “Are you flirting with a client? You need to be selling! Have you seen the numbers?”
    Stifling a chuckle, Sheena nodded to her boss and put her hand over the phone’s receiver. “This guy’s ordering a custom, but it’s dirty.”
    “How dirty? I mean, are we talking the sort of dirty that if someone finds out we made we can go to jail for?”
    “I don’t think that’s possible for a shirt shop, sir,” Sheena laughed. “He wants a shirt with a picture of a woman using the bathroom.”
    When her boss looked absolutely confused and slightly confounded, she felt like she needed to continue with the explanation. “You remember the old Saturday Night Live sketch with Patrick Stew—”
    “No,” he said with a wave of his hand. “Charge the guy a discretion fee of... say thirty percent and take the order. Also, make sure he orders at least ten shirts. I’m guessing it must be for some ridiculous mating party?”
    Sheena shrugged, and chewed on her lip. The guy on the phone with the need for the dirty shirt was laughing really hard at Dwyer’s high-pitched near-yelp. “I don’t know, sir,” she finally said. “I’ll make sure to give him the surcharge. Anything else?”
    For a second, Dwyer stuffed the left end of his mustache into his mouth and gnawed. That’s what he did when he was trying to hatch a scheme. And God knows that Sheena didn’t want to try and fleece some guy out of a bunch of money that she genuinely wanted to talk to on a more intimate basis.
    Even if she wasn’t sure at all why she wanted to talk to him on a more intimate basis, she was quite sure she did. That’s the fun of being in Sheena’s head—not even Sheena quite understands what’s going on in there most of the time.
    “How about a mating party surcharge?” He finally asked. “Maybe ten extra percent? We don’t need any bad press from someone finding out we made the shirts after all.”
    “I’ll pay whatever he wants,” the guy on the phone said softly, “I was supposed to get these shirts made three weeks ago so I’ll pay double if he wants.”
    “He says he’ll pay double,” Sheena said to her boss, whose face immediately lit up like a two year old presented with an entire bowl of buttercream frosting. “But I’m not sure if—”
    “Double?!” Dwyer almost screeched. Two customers who had entered the shop, presumably to pick up their orders, turned like someone had fired a gun in the next room. “Yes, yes, yes! We’ll do whatever he wants for double cost. Have you seen the numbers ?”
    “No, Mr. Dwyer,” Sheena said, “but I’ll tell him he’s got an order.”
    Without responding, Dwyer wandered off to the back, both wringing his hands, and also giggling to himself. She couldn’t understand the glee that came from getting a hundred extra bucks on an order, but what the hell? If it made her life a little easier, then fine.
    “Right,” she said, removing her hand from the receiver, “you heard all that,