Feelings for me?
There’s no way.
She’s too sensible for that shit.
Too…
Practical.
“All she wanted from me was an orgasm or two. She didn’t catch feelings.”
“An orgasm or TWO?” His eyes bug out. “Did you sleep with her more than once?”
I shrugged. “I mean…no? Hand jobs don’t count, eh?”
His head hits the desk in the conference room in the Steers headquarters.
“Stop talking.”He holds a finger up. “Let me think.” He presses his fingers to his temples, lost in deep thought. “Okay. You’re not going to want to hear this, but it must be done.”
Dread pools in my stomach.
“I’ll have my secretary draft up a standard, simple NDA. You shoot it over to her, she signs it, done.”
“What? No.”
“Look. All it’s going to say is the basics: I will not talk to the media if they call. I will not speak to the press. I will not confirm or deny any relationship. Boilerplate.” He nods as if we’re in agreement.
“Do I have a say in this?”
His face is expressionless. “I’m telling you—as your agent, it is my job to look out for your best interests. And your best interest is ensuring she doesn’t speak to the press about any personal relationships she may or may not have had with you while you were lodging in her house.” He leans back. “You do realize—now that there is a photograph of you at Madison, the press is already sniffing around the girls who took the photo. They’re going to ask questions until they discover Posey’s identity. Then they’re going to find out where she lives and pay her a little visit. If she’s not prepared, she’s going to answer the door and get caught off guard, and say something she’s going to regret.”
He makes a very valid point.
They will find her and they will show up at her house, possibly even the school where she works.
“Why didn’t I think of this sooner?” I’m such a fucking idiot.
“Because you were too busy trying to get in her pants.”
I shake my head. “It wasn’t like that.”
Eli isn’t convinced. Shuffling the papers in front of him, he pushes his chair out and stands. “I’ll have Mary draft up that NDA. You look it over, and I’ll get Posey’s legal name, her email—and you can send it over.”
“It’s Josephine.”
He turns. “What?”
“Her legal name is Josephine.”
Eli looks me over a few moments before scribbling onto the steno pad in his hands.
He clicks the pen closed. “Anything else you’d like to add?”
“No.”
“Good. You have a meeting with the offensive coordinator in half an hour. Go grab a snack, and I’ll meet you in the lobby in twenty. I’ll drop you off on my way to the airport.”
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