Unforgettable: Book Three (A Hollywood Love Story #3)(80)

“Oh. Did you and your date go somewhere afterward?” Her voice was tentative, like she was afraid to hear the answer.

Before I could respond, the rest of my staff filed in. Everyone took seats around the large conference room table. My eyes circled the perimeter. Only one person was missing—Myles Harding, my head of current programming.

“Where’s Myles?” I asked my secretary, Mrs. Cho.

“He no come in today. Flu major case.”

Damn. That meant there would be no one to supervise the season finale of the Wheel of Pain tonight.

I looked at Jennifer. “Are you free tonight?”

Her eyes lit up and then she nodded.

“Great.”

An eager smile flashed across her face.

“I need you on the set of Wheel of Pain to cover for Myles.”

Her smile morphed into a frown. She murmured one little word: “Oh.”

“Ms. McCoy, my father always says the cream rises to the—”

She cut me off. “I’ll be there.”

“Excellent. After the staff meeting, please meet with me in my office so I can brief you.”

Jennifer nodded. Nervously.

Well, at least I’d have some one-on-one time with her. Though not the kind I craved.




Sitting on an armchair in front of my desk with her legs crossed and a notebook on her lap, Jennifer took notes while I explained what she needed to do at the taping. It was more like babysitting—just making sure the contestants behaved and followed the rules of the game and the crew stayed on schedule. I also told her to look out for any technical issues and to be sure there was a lot of camera coverage.

“Our audience especially likes close-ups of big boobs, pans of hot bodies, and lots of angles when it comes to f*cking—especially head shots.”

She looked up at me, puzzled.

I laughed silently. I’d missed my own double entendre. “I mean facial expressions—both ecstatic and tortured.”

“Okay.” She squeaked out the word.

Fuck, she was cute. “Don’t worry about moans, groans, or screams. We can always add canned sound effects in post.”

“Post?”

“Post-production. Editing, sound, and special effects. And then the final mix.”

“Of course. I learned about that in grad school.”

“Do you have any questions?”

Chewing her lip, she shook her head. She looked anxious. Like a frightened little kitten—hardly the tempestuous tiger I’d interviewed only a week ago.

“And one last thing. The producer, Don Springer, can be a bit of a prick. Don’t be offended by him. And importantly, don’t let him go too far with the stunts. This is supposed to be a fun game show, not a death match.”

She nodded like one of those bobblehead dolls.

More uncomfortable silence.

“You can leave now,” I finally said.

Because I can’t take sitting here with my cock roasting. It had taken all my effort to be businesslike. The whole time I had been mentally undressing her and imagining what it would be like to f*ck her over my desk. And hear her roar my name.

As she rose to her feet, I checked my calendar to see what the rest of my day was like. Fairly light, but at twelve thirty I had lunch with Jaime Zander to talk about the upfront presentation. The sound of her sweet voice drifted in my ear like a magic carpet.

“Thank you, Mr. Burns, for this opportunity. I won’t let you down.”

My cock sprung up. Another opportunity clicked in my brain.

“What are you doing at lunch?”

“I’m Skyping an author who lives in France at noon. I can’t cancel it.”

“I understand, but I want you to join me as soon as you can at Factor’s. I’d like you to meet my friend, Jaime Zander. He’s doing our upfront presentation.”

Her face brightened. “I’d love to. I’ll get there as fast as I can.”

“Perfect.” Perfect indeed. Hopefully, she’d get there a little late so I could have a little bro time with Jay-Z. I was eager for him to meet her.

“See you later.” She pivoted on her heel and headed out of my office with that sexy little bounce. My eyes never left her ass.




Factor’s was a popular deli on Pico Boulevard close to both Conquest Broadcasting and our main competition, FOX. It was no secret in this town that my father and Rupert Murdoch were archrivals, going head-to-head in the ratings. This season, the CBC was again killing it. The only thing Rupert ever beat my father at was the number of wives he had. He’d recently divorced his third.


Jaime was already seated at our favorite table in the corner. But I had unexpected company. His twins were there too. Both in high chairs. Their stroller was folded up and leaning against the back wall.

“Hope you don’t mind,” he said as I lowered myself into a chair opposite him. “Gloria’s out of town on business, and I had to take the little munchkins in for their ten-month checkup.”

Man, they were almost a year old. It felt like just yesterday they were born. “No problem, but I can’t write them off,” I joked.

“Fuck you.” Jaime laughed. “Shit. I’d better watch my mouth. They’re going to be talking soon.” He turned to the babies and gave them each a big, juicy kiss on the head.