Page 66 of Bad Love

“It will,” I decide, determined. “I’ll take care ofit.”

“Tell me.” It’s his boardroom voice, the one commanding enough to work on a subconscious level before I can even think ofdenying.

“It's calledThe Future of Sexshow. And it's exactly the righttime.”

As we eat, I fill him in on the details. Why this could be an amazing opportunity. How it’s perfect in everyway.

“But when I reach out to them,” I say as I set down my fork midway through my salad, “they turn me down, say their advertiser spots arefull.”

Logan finishes his wrap and wipes his hands on his napkin before pulling out his phone. He enters a few things, then scrolls through. “But the website says they’re still looking foradvertisers.”

Indignation works through me. “Exactly. That’s what I told them, but I haven’t gotten a straightanswer."

Logan studies me. "You really want thisadvertiser?"

“With the amount of foot traffic they have, we could move half your target in oneweekend.”

He balls up the napkin and drops it on the table, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Then let's go getthem."

* * *

When Hunterand I go to the headquarters of theFuture of Sexpublication—the one responsible for the trade show—and get admitted, I tell the woman at the desk who I am. She grudgingly says we can have five minutes with the team betweenmeetings.

To my surprise, when I turn back for Hunter, he shakes his head. “You’ve gotthis.”

He runs his hands down my arms and gives me a smile that sends my pulse skittering before I go inside where two men are seated at a conference table. I introduce myself, and recognition sets in on one of theirfaces.

I explain what I said on the phone. "Our product would be perfect. What's the advertiserfee?"

They exchange a look. "We looked up your firm and client list. I doubt it's within your firm'sbudget."

My teeth grind together. "Well, I won't know until you tellme."

They exchange a smirk. “It doesn’t sound like the rightfit.”

And that's when I realize—they're being sexist about sextoys.

Unbelievable.

I go back to the door, letting out a grunt offrustration.

Hunter catches my eye from across the waiting room, lifting a brow. I don’t like looking weak, but I can’t hide the desperation on my face.We need thisadvertiser.

In two seconds, he's on his feet and across the waiting area, following me into the conference room. He stops in front of the table, looking between the men with the kind of confidence I couldn’tbuy.

"Gentlemen. Logan Hunter." His voice drips charm, and I can't help watching in admiration. Hunter's commanding in a way that doesn't put off the othermen.

"Wait, I recognize you. You're the beer guy," one of the men says after aminute.

"I am. I’m sure I could send you a case." He grins. "But let’s focus on one thing at a time. As my colleague no doubt explained, this will be a product for women. It'll incorporate the latest technology. It’s called PleasurePlatinum."

I bite my cheek as Logan spins through the product information, remembering precisely what I told him at lunch. I knew he was a good listener, but this is next level. It’s like he’s taken it and twisted it into exactly what the men want to hear. I see it on their faces even before they exchange alook.

"You’re a difficult man to turn down, Mr. Hunter. Let's doit."

One of the men holds out a hand for Hunter to shake, but Hunter only stares atit.

Do it, I'm hissinginside.

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