Page 21 of Such a Good Girl

“Of course,” he said, nodding. “They do have a point, though, right? The buzz would be insane after all the drama from your divorce.”

“I don’t care!” I waved an exasperated hand. “It would be a personal nightmare. Why would I traumatize myself that way?”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Joey agreed. “It’s a bad idea. What about these girls?” He pointed to the photos.

“I don’t think any of them are right, either,” I sighed, turning them over one by one.

“No, probably not, You’re right, West.” Joey was the ultimate yes man, and if he wasn’t so fucking good at his job as my assistant, I’d have strangled him for it by now. I wasn’t sure the kid had an original thought in his head.

“Listen,” I said. “I need you to call around and shop for a new casting agent.”

“Aren’t you under contract with Face Forward?”

“The studio is, that doesn’t mean I am. There’s gotta be someone out there I’m not thinking of. Don’t involve the studio, I’ll pay for it myself. Call some places in New York. I can fly out to meet them.”

“Will do,” he nodded.

“And don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to hear shit from anyone until I’ve found the right woman.”

“Got it,” he said, standing with his hands in his pockets and staring at me, but not moving.

“So? Go, Joey!” I barked.

“Right, right,” he nodded, finally scurrying out the door. I sighed and got up to lock it behind him, my mind still on Rosie’s swaying hips as I walked back to sit behind my desk.

I was on edge today. Everything pissed me off. But I was happy for the distraction that flirting with her earlier had provided. It was just what I needed and a little release at her unknown expense was just what the doctor ordered.

I leaned back in my chair, unbuttoned my Levi’s, and pulled out my still throbbing cock. Closing my eyes, I let the images of Rosie flow through my mind.

Rosie, her shy smile spreading across her face…

Rosie’s creamy breasts nearly falling out of her low cut tank…

Rosie’s flashing green eyes, sparkling, teasing…

Rosie, the seductive sway of her hips as she walked away…

Rosie, knocking at the door.

I stopped mid-stroke as she called my name from the other side of the door. “West?”

Her voice both made me harder, and almost made me orgasm, at the same time. I stared at the door for a few seconds, contemplating opening it with my cock in my hand. Putting all restraint aside and bending her over my desk without a word.

But that wouldn’t get me what I wanted. It would most likely scare her away. She obviously needed the job, which I was definitely going to give to her.

No, what I wanted was a good, long romp with her, not just some quick slam that would only leave me craving more.

So I tucked my cock away and fastened my jeans before walking over to the door and opening it.

She looked fucking beautiful standing there, her smile lighting up her face. She held up a sparkling cocktail.

“Your Negroni,” she said. “When I came back, you were gone and Theo said I could find you here.”

“Thank you.” I accepted the drink from her and stepped to the side. “Come in.”

“Oh,” she said, looking past me into my office. “Okay, sure.”

She perched on the edge of my desk, playing with her hair as she watched me sit back down. I wanted to pull her into my lap, but instead I looked at her silently.

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