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CHAPTER 16

Blake

Monday mornings always began with a staff meeting at nine a.m. I was taken aback to already find Jennifer in the conference room at eight forty-five. With her lustrous hair loose and minus her glasses, she looked as beautiful as she had on Saturday night.

Tensing, I settled into my seat at the head of the large conference room table and bid her good morning. “How was the rest of your weekend?”

“Great.” She beamed.

Fuck. She had sex with Dickwick.

“How ’bout yours?”

“Great,” I mimicked. Actually, it fucking sucked. Kat, pissed off by Jennifer, had thrown an embarrassing tantrum at the gallery and then followed me home, demanding retribution sex. None of my hook-ups got to spend the night with me. A rule was a rule. And she was the last person I wanted to spend any time with. I almost had to call the police to get her out of my building. Then yesterday, I’d had a touch of that flu that was going around the office and stayed in bed all day. For the first time since my balls had dropped, my cock didn’t come out to play all weekend.

“Did you stay for a long time at the gallery?” She held her mesmerizing green eyes in mine. Her gaze was inquisitive.

“Not really.” I felt my cock jump. Why did she do this to me? I hadn’t stopped thinking about her all weekend. Even lying in bed yesterday fighting off a tinge of nausea, I thought about her and got a boner.

“Oh. Did you and your date go somewhere afterward?” Her voice was tentative, like she was afraid to hear the answer.

Before I could respond, the rest of my staff filed in. Everyone took seats around the large conference room table. My eyes circled the perimeter. Only one person was missing—Myles Harding, my head of current programming.

“Where’s Myles?” I asked my secretary, Mrs. Cho.

“He no come in today. Flu major case.”

Damn. That meant there would be no one to supervise the season finale episode of the Wheel of Pain tonight.

I looked at Jennifer. “Are you free tonight?”

Her eyes lit up and then she nodded.

“Great.”

An eager smile flashed across her face.

“I need you on the set of Wheel of Pain to cover for Myles.”

Her smile morphed into a frown. She murmured one little word: “Oh.”

“Ms. McCoy, my father always says the cream rises to the—”

She cut me off. “I’ll be there.”

“Excellent. After the staff meeting, please meet with me in my office so I can brief you.”

Jennifer nodded. Nervously.

Well, at least I’d have some one-on-one time with her. Though not the kind I craved.

Sitting on an armchair in front of my desk with her legs crossed and a notebook on her lap, Jennifer took notes while I explained what she needed to do at the taping. It was more like babysitting—just making sure the contestants behaved and followed the rules of the game and the crew stayed on schedule. I also told her to look out for any technical issues and to be sure there was a lot of camera coverage.

“Our audience especially likes close-ups of big titties, pans of hot bodies, and lots of angles when it comes to fucking—especially head shots.”

She looked up at me, puzzled.

I laughed silently. I’d missed my own double entendre. “I mean facial expressions—both ecstatic and tortured.”

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