Page 20 of Tempting Him

“So, not bi, then,” Jay says with a grin.

I ignore him. “Any new thoughts regarding the festival?”

He places his coffee down and opens up a notebook. “Yeah, so I was thinking, this is about music, so obviously getting spots on some of the local radio stations would make sense. The DJ’s can talk about it, host a giveaway or something. Would a billboard be too expensive? Anyway, flyers are easy, and I can get them on campus no problem.”

“Have you thought about getting clips of the bands performing, and broadcasting those on social media, so people know what they’ll be buying tickets for? The clips don’t have to be long, and I have a list of the performers.”

“Yeah, that would be dope. Let me get that list. The contact info is there, too, right?”

“Of course.”

“Maybe we could get a local TV station to play them along with info about the festival.”

I nod, and we continue working and fleshing out his plans.

The three hours that he’s here go by quickly, and before I know it, he’s minutes away from having to leave. He doesn’t attempt to flirt this time around, which makes it easier for me, because I don’t have to turn him down once again.

“All right, so we’re doing pretty good, I think,” he says as he gathers his stuff.

“Yeah. Tomorrow, I’ll introduce you to Luther. He’s working on this, as well as a couple other seasoned employees. Luther will help with the ins and outs of digital marketing, showcasing the difference in social media management versus social media marketing. Soon, you’ll start to create and coordinate campaigns, and use social media apps to build, track, and engage with people who fit the music festival demographic.”

“Luther? I thought I was working with you?”

“For me.”

“Oh, boss man.”

“That’s right.”

He shakes his head, a grin on his lips as if he doesn’t believe me. “This Luther? He hot?”

I flatten my lips and send him a look. “He’s probably not your type.”

“I don’t know. I like them in all shapes, sizes, colors, genders.” He pauses. “Ages,” he finishes with a wink.

“Well, we’ll see about that.”

“Jealous?” he teases.

I grab my suit jacket and give him a slight chuckle. “No.”

“What if I flirted with your secretary out there?”

“I’d advise against that.”

“Why?” he asks, amusement in his tone.

“Not for the reason you think.”

“Then, I can?”

I face him. “You can do whatever you like, as long as it doesn’t put your position at risk.”

“I thought you said you’d make sure I didn’t lose my spot.”

“Yeah, for sleeping with me. Not for any other reason.”

He chuckles. “So, I take it you’re on the boss’s good side if you’re confident in that promise.”

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