"Not at all as long as it doesn't become a habit. And as far as pay, your pay will reflect the fact you are a doctor," Greyson said.
That was something I could get behind. A red light above Greyson's head caught my attention, so I leaned forward and put one finger on his lips then signaled to the red light on the wall. He shut up, but he also grabbed my hand and kissed it.
That simple gesture set my world on its side and made my panties go wet. The man was so fucking hot.
"What's going on?" he whispered.
"The knob jockey likes to eavesdrop," I whispered.
"Knob jockey?" He busted out laughing totally blowing our attempt at keeping quiet.
I turned back to the microphone, pulled my headset back on and punched a blinking button. I needed to think about this.
"Thanks for calling into Dear Juliet. Who am I speaking with?" I waited for the other person to answer, and then got doing what I did best, giving advice.
I looked up at the sound of shuffling noises and caught sight of Mr. Right's back as he exited my studio. I wondered if I would see him again or if he'd be here tomorrow. He said he was hands-on...I shivered at those words.
2
Juliet
"Motherfucker," I hissed and then quickly looked around to make sure no one heard me. My mother's words from her all too-proper upbringing were strong in my ear. "Ladies don't cuss. They are intelligent enough to use proper words." Oh, what would my momma think if she saw me now? A radio relationship host who frequently talked about sex.
I glanced up at the understated sign that read WKPP and then ran up the short flight of concrete stairs to the dark tinted glass door. Before pulling it open, I tried to catch my reflection and fix my appearance. I looked like someone had soaked a towel into a vat of hot water then wound it up and whipped it out at me. My clothes were drenched, wrinkled from my sweat, and my hair was flat and frizzled. Not sure why I was surprised, this was Florida, after all. But I had spent a little extra time getting ready today. Normally I could wear whatever I wanted and although I never left the house without makeup, I usually wore jeans. But today, I decided to amp it up and wear a pencil skirt.
I pulled open the heavy door and stepped inside. I waited several seconds as my eyes acclimated to the change in lighting and then smiled at the security officer sitting at the desk behind a bank of monitors.
"Hello, Miss Juliet."
"Hey, Frank." I waved, scanned my badge and then headed toward the elevator. Just before the doors closed an arm slid in and the doors reopened to allow him to enter. I knew who the arm belonged to just by the Tag Heuer watch and the scent of bergamot. I took a deep breath of the expensive cologne, no Polo or Old Spice for this man. God, was there anything better than the smell of fresh, clean man and good cologne?
"Hello, Juliet."
"Hello, Mr. Right."
"Greyson, call me Greyson."
The elevator opened, and we both stepped out, instantly a woman was in front of us. She held a small stack of file folders and was wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and tennis shoes held out one hand. I was way overdressed.
"Juliet, I'd like you to meet my assistant, Madeline."
"Hi, Madeline." I instantly liked her. She had a nice firm handshake.
"It's nice to meet you, Juliet, I'd like to go over the schedule with you when you get a moment." Madeline was all business.
"Schedule
? We're changing now?"
"Seriously, Grey? How much did you tell them? For fuck's sake." She rolled her eyes and flipped him off, but when she saw my wide-eyed look of confusion, she laughed. "Sorry, he's been that way since kindergarten. The guy just expects us all to know what is going on in his head." Her eye roll was more conspiratorial this time, and I nodded. Not having a freaking clue what was going on.
Greyson, to his credit, just raised one inquisitive brow. Something in my belly turned at their interaction. I didn't like the feeling, I couldn't remember ever having this feeling. I wanted him to be relaxed around me. I wanted to be able to tease him. But then I wondered if maybe they were a couple.
"You have time now?" Madeline asked.
"Sure," I offered.
"Leave us, Grey," Madeline ordered. Madeline wrapped an arm around mine and led me off toward my sound studio, but it wasn't my studio we went to. "Sorry about that. Greyson called me last night and said that he explained to you what he wanted about a schedule change."