Is that wrong to think that?
Yeah it is, promise I won’t have that slip up ever again.
I’m all professional, baby.
Ok, where was I? Oh, right. Karl Devon. The moment I got the info he was sniffing around for a lead for his next top secret project I just knew I had to get my girl on the front lines. I knew I had to get Karl Devon to want her...as badly as I do.
Ok, ok, I know, I slipped again. Sue me.
“Warren, get in here,” I bark, frustrated that I can’t have the one woman I want.
Warren’s a good kid, and wastes no time rushing into my office. “Sir?”
“How long do we have to wait for Karl Devon to make up his mind? What can we do to nudge him in the right direction?”
Warren squirms, biting his lower lip in nervousness. I’ve known the kid for years and he has a ton of nervous tells, but he’s getting more and more confident the longer he works for me. “Uhh, I…”
I stand from my desk. “We need to get an impromptu meet and greet between Abby and Karl.”
Warren scrambles to my calendar. “You’re free tomorrow night, and I can find out where Mr. Devon will be.”
“Get on it,” I shout out. Yes, this will be perfect. I just need to get Abby and him in the same room, so he can see for himself how perfect she’d be for his project.
And yeah, I only know his movie is a more serious role, which I think Abby can do in a heartbeat. She can do anything, and then some. She’s one of those actresses that can mold into whatever character you need her to play.
It’s fucking sexy as hell, but like I said, I don’t think about her that way. Or at least, I don’t think about her that way starting now.
I’ll just jerk off to her later when I’m home and alone, and I’ll be cured of thinking about her.
Although, it hasn’t worked in the past to exorcise her out of my system.
Fuck.
I grab my phone, punching in the familiar numbers. “Abby, don’t make plans tomorrow night.”
“Ooh, what did you have in mind?” See, it’s when she talks all seductively and in a low voice that I get turned on. Lord, help me.
“I want to get you and Karl Devon in the same room, so it’ll speed up his thought process.”
I can tell she’s smiling. “I love the idea. Just text me all the deets.”
“Will do.” And I hang up on her as quickly as I can before I say something stupid like what are you wearing right now?
Even though I just saw her less than two hours ago.
I’m going to Hell, well ha, that’s a given, but I’m going to a different type of Hell reserved for idiots with unrequited sexual desires about someone they shouldn’t even be thinking of.
I need to get laid.
“He’ll be at the Lancaster Room tomorrow night,” Warren calls from his desk right outside my office door.
“Get all the details, and text me.” I rush out of my office, with one thing on my mind. I need to hit the gym before I combust from all this sexual energy floating around in my head.
I swear, it happens every time Abby comes to my office.
3
Abby
My idea is risky. It’s downright silly, but it can possibly work. Although it has many moving parts I’ll need to make sure all come off without a hitch. But, Emmett would give me the type of night I want from him, no strings, and he’d have no idea who I am.
I know Emmett is as blind as a bat. I just need to orchestrate a rendezvous between him and… that’s the thing, who?
I don’t know anything about Emmett’s love life. All I know are the rumors I’ve heard. But, what I’ve heard is enough to go on. Setting up a little blind date for sex should be a cinch. Like I said, many moving parts.
And I’ll make sure the room is dark, and my hair is different, and I’ll disguise my voice. It’s good to be a wonderful actress.
I just need Emmett to take the bait. I need him to want to hook up with a stranger, and to want to rock her world more than he ever has before.
Like I said, based on his track record this should be easy.
All the possibilities.
All the wants.
The needs.
The desires.
Everything I yearn for, and somehow I can’t stop thinking about this man, and I need him to scratch the most unitchable itch I’ve ever had in my life. But, when the body wants sex with someone who doesn’t know who you are, well, the body will nonstop obsess over it for months.
And I’m at my breaking point here. I can’t go through another day without Emmett inside me, with me riding the Emmett express all the way to orgasmville.