“Anders?”
“Yeah, Anders. I’ve been trying to seduce Lana, but Anders is doing his fucking best to cock-block me.”
“If Anders is involved…” Grady starts to say, but I think he’s talking more to himself than to me. “That must mean that manuscript is good. Very good. That just makes it all the more important for you to get me that manuscript and make Lana sign with Bad Boy Publishing. I need that book.”
“I’m on it, alright? Jesus fuck,” I sigh, taking a bill out of my wallet and placing it under my now empty glass of whisky. I can’t drink a single drop more with Grady by my side; he just makes my stomach fucking turn. I never liked the guy but now, after meeting Lana, I just hate him even more.
She’s just a young woman, trying to follow her dream, and this fucker is already trying to take advantage of her. He’s a really classy act, no doubt.
Grabbing my coat from the counter, I throw it over my left shoulder and, without bothering to glance back at Grady, I start making my way out of the bar.
Thanks for ruining my fucking night, Grady.
16
Anders
No matter what I do, Logan is on my heels making things difficult.
He's trying to get around me. Sneaking in visits with Lana.
It all pisses me off.
Typical Logan.
It's really not surprising.
And who knows what he's saying p
rivately to Lana? But I can't worry about that. I knew I had to make things right, so Lana has agreed to meet with me yesterday and we talked.
We met for coffee, and I apologized as she blew the steam from the top of her latte.
"I didn't mean to speak for you," I said, and she seemed to understand.
I'll never forget her words. She said, "Apology accepted, but remember that I can make my own decisions."
She said it with such finality. And she's right.
I never should've put words into her mouth. I assumed way too much, and way too fast. I was excited to work with her on the manuscript, and I jumped the gun, plain and simple.
And it didn't help that Logan was breathing down our necks, complicating the situation.
I won't make that mistake again. That much I can promise. Lesson learned.
So now I'm meeting with Lana again, at the Naughty Angel Publishing headquarters, and I plan to keep my cool. She either wants to work with me, or she doesn't.
It's ultimately up to her.
But if she wants my help, I'm here for her.
I think I can help turn her manuscript into a best seller, topping the Rainforest.com charts.
I walk into her office, and see her sitting behind a desk. She's wearing black heels and sheer nylons, and the way her legs are delicately crossed at her knees make my cock twitch.
Don't ask me why. My cock has a mind of its own sometimes, but I can tell you that she looks fucking sexy. I can picture running my hands up her thighs, and up further still, up into—
"You're here early," Lana smiles, truncating my train of thought.