Page 79 of Naughty Nelle

“Okay.” She squeaked out the word.

Fuck, she was cute.“Don’t worry about moans, groans, or screams. We can always add canned sound effects in post.”

“Post?”

“Post-production. Editing, sound, and special effects. And then the final mix.”

“Of course. I learned about that in grad school.”

“Do you have any questions?”

Chewing her lip, she shook her head. She looked anxious. Like a frightened little kitten—hardly the tempestuous tiger I’d interviewed only a week ago.

“And one last thing. The producer, Don Springer, can be a bit of a prick. Don’t be offended by him. And importantly, don’t let him go too far with the stunts. This is supposed to be a fun game show, not a death match.”

She nodded like one of those bobble head dolls.

More uncomfortable silence.

“You can leave now,” I finally said.

Because I can’t take sitting here with my cock roasting.It had taken all my effort to be businesslike. The whole time I had been mentally undressing her and imagining what it would be like to fuck her over my desk. And hear her roar my name.

As she rose to her feet, I checked my calendar to see what the rest of my day was like. Fairly light, but at twelve thirty I had lunch with Jaime Zander to talk about the upfront presentation. The sound of her sweet voice drifted in my ear like a magic carpet.

“Thank you, Mr. Burns. for this opportunity. I won’t let you down.”

My cock sprung up. Another opportunity clicked in my brain.

“What are you doing at lunch?”

“I’m Skyping an author who lives in France at noon. I can’t cancel it.”

“I understand, but I want you to join me as soon as you can at Factor’s. I’d like you to meet my friend, Jaime Zander. He’s doing our upfront presentation.”

Her face brightened. “I’d love to. I’ll get there as fast as I can.”

“Perfect.” Perfect indeed. Hopefully, she’d get there a little late so I could have a little bro time with Jay-Z. I was eager for him to meet her.

“See you later.” She pivoted on her heel and headed out of my office with that sexy little bounce. My eyes never left her ass.

Factor’s was a popular deli on Pico Boulevard close to both Conquest Broadcasting and our main competition, FOX. It was no secret in this town that my father and Rupert Murdoch were archrivals, going head-to-head in the ratings. This season, the CBC was again killing it. The only thing Rupert ever beat my father at was the number of wives he had. He’d recently divorced his third.

Jaime was already seated at our favorite table in the corner. But I had unexpected company. His twins were there too. Both in high chairs. Their stroller was folded up and leaning against the back wall.

“Hope you don’t mind,” he said as I lowered myself into a chair opposite him. “Gloria’s out of town on business, and I had to take the little munchkins in for their ten-month check up.”

Man, they were almost a year old. It felt like just yesterday they were born. “No problem, but I can’t write them off,” I joked.

“Fuck you.” Jaime laughed. “Shit. I’d better watch my mouth. They’re going to be talking soon.” He turned to the babies and gave them each a big, juicy kiss on the head.

“Sorry, guys. Daddy’s a very bad boy.” He put his index finger to his mouth. “Shh! Don’t tell Mommy.”

The babies giggled.

It was my turn to laugh. I had to admit—it was endearing to watch Jaime interact with his little ones. He clearly adored them. An unexpected frisson of jealousy shot through me. Oddly, I’d never thought about having a family and kids or the concept of fatherhood.

Jaime handed me a menu and smiled. “You don’t have to worry. I’m buying. You’re the client.”

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