Page 81 of Torrid Love
I cut my teeth at UTV.com. Thanks to Rod’s persuasion, Rory and Roark allowed me to shadow some of the best directors and producers in the industry. When it was time to fly on my own, Rod didn’t waste any time in hiring me as a contractor.
“This isn’t forever. You can always go back toRodand Loki once the tour is done.”
There’s something about the way he said that.
“And there’s my crew,” I argue.
“Of course your crew is part of the offer.”
“Wow. You’ve really thought about this.”
“I have. It’s become an obsession. If you agree, I’ll have no problem selling it to Holt. He has big dreams for us on this side of the pond. I have even bigger ones. I don’t just want to be another rock star, I want to become a legend.”
This is a whole new side to Joel. He comes across as fleeting. I never suspected a deeper, more complex person was hiding beneath the surface.
“It’s a six-month tour,” he continues.
“I—”
“I’ll double whatever Pending Inference Productions pays you. We’ll foot the bill for all of your expenses. And I’ll even offer a percentage of box office sales and royalties from TV stations.”
Whoa.
“Are you serious?”
“I’m bloody serious.”
“That’s potentially a lot of money, Joel.”
“I know,” he grins. “Like I said, you’re the best. Why would I settle for less?”
“Oh.”
Now I’m really at a loss for words.
“Think about it. This elevates you from just a director-slash-producer to potentially an award-winning director-slash-producer. A subtle nuance that will get you noticed.” More like a big fucking huge nuance that kicks doors wide open. “It’s only a few months in your life. The outcome could be very interesting.” You mean epic. “You’re young. This would put your career in overdrive.” He pauses. Several beats tick away as we just stare at each other. “What do you have to lose?”
Being away from Rod.
CHAPTER 19
Roderick
I can’t believe she’s on a date with Joel.
It’s like a slap in the face she replaced me so quickly. I guess what we shared meant nothing to her.
After I took care of her Saturday night, we lingered lazily, wrapped into each other in her deep bathtub before going back to her bedroom and crashing. No way was I going home. I swear that was the best sleep of my life. Waking up with my mouth on her pussy first thing Sunday morning was fucking hot. What happened after that is still a puzzle to me. And now, I’m the last one to find out about fucking Joel.
Why the hell didn’t she tell me she was interested in him?
Had I known, I would’ve gone home and jerked off in the shower instead of losing myself between her legs on Saturday night.
Fuck.
I’m staring at the screen of my iMac, but everything is a blur. I’m totally engrossed in all sorts of bad scenarios involving my best friend and a certain pushy British rocker. The troubling thought makes me want to plant my fist into a window. It took Herculean strength not to ask her where she was meeting the bastard. It’s not like I intended on dropping by. I just wanted to know. There’s a big difference between being her best friend and a stalker. I’ve never crossed the line so far. Joel Banner makes me want to change my mind. Especially since I now know how good it feels to have Dom’s sexy body wrapped around mine while she swallows my cock. It changes everything.
“It’s been a long day,” Loki says walking into my office. His entrance catches me off guard and I jolt. “Am I interrupting your evil plan to kill Joel and dispose of his body in the Pacific Ocean?”
