Carla is on her feet. She looks to me as she wipes her mouth with a towel. “That was fantastic, Ethan,” she says to me. “Only, I wish we had a chance to do it in private.”
I shrug. What can I say? I’m a busy fucking guy, and no way I’m going to make special time for an employee.
“Good luck with the rest of your shoots today, babe,” I tell her, and she smiles at me as I turn away.
Yeah, I know, you don’t need to tell me that she’s still looking. She’s staring at my naked ass. Wondering if there’s anything she can say.
“Ethan?” she calls out. Told you.
I turn around.
“You think that maybe….” Carla trails off because right at that moment my assistant, Cheryl walks up to me. I’m putting on my boxer briefs. But Cheryl doesn’t care. She’s seen everything already. And fuck you, no, I’ve never fucked her. But she’s been there for me since I was a kid.
Before I inherited all this. Before Illicit Entertainment was a globe girdling media company.
“I see you still insist on doing these movies, Ethan,” Cheryl says in an exasperated voice as she barely pays Carla any mind. Carla stands around for another minute, but decides that being naked at this point in time as everyone moves around her is just silly.
“You didn’t get the head shots, right?” I ask Cheryl.
She shakes her head. “No, everything was caught from the neck down,” she confirms. “It’s ready for beta testing on the product. We can head to the developer meeting right after this.”
Cheryl turns and starts walking to the door. She expects me to follow.
Oh right. The product. Haven’t told you what that is, babe. But trust me, you’re going to love it.
But before you head on in, let me just give you a fucking warning, okay?
You’ve seen what my fucking monster cock can do.
There’s a lot more fucking coming up. Seriously, either take your panties off now, or get ready for them to get drenched. And I’m talking wet enough that there’s no passing it off.
Make sure you’re by yourself. Get the fucking batteries ready. Get the fan. Fuck. Do whatever.
Because you’re about to go for a ride that’s gonna fucking rock your whole world.
Just don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you, babe.
I turn around and slip my shirt on and follow Cheryl out of the studio.
Brittney
I check my face in my compact mirror one last time and get out of the car. I get a few looks from the people on the street—a door to a limo usually has the driver opening it, but no way I’m going to waste Walter’s time doing that right now. He absolutely has places to be and he needs to go focus on that. Besides, I’m a big girl. I’ve been a big girl for a while now.
I tug the sash around my trench coat and hold my head up. This is going to be easy. This is going to be fun.
My heels click and clack on the shiny marble floor as I walk into the global headquarters of Carter Jeffries—the storied investment bank. It’s located in midtown Manhattan, on 52nd and Park Avenue. I head straight to the security desk and look the overworked schmo in the eye.
“Brittney Roman to see Carl Ketchum,” I tell the security guard. I don’t pay any atte
ntion to the guy. I need to let him think that I think I’m too good for him. That I’m too busy looking at my phone, looking at my nails, doing anything.
I know how to pull it off. I’ve had to pull myself out of worse before. Hell, there’s not a day that doesn’t go by where I don’t look back at my life and wonder how I ended up here, owning my own company that's worth millions of dollars at the age of 27.
When just four years ago I was in Los Angeles and seriously wondering if I was going to be alive the next day. If it was better off to just die.
But no, I’m sorry hun; I need to focus. I’ll tell you all about it later, okay?
Right now, I need to smile perfunctorily at the guard as he scans my face and asks for my ID. I need to look to the side so he can stare at my profile in what he thinks is a sneaky manner.