‘You want me to work with Sam?’
‘We introduce him season finale. Think of the ratings, baby.’
‘He’d never go for it.’
‘He would if you were back together.’
Two weeks ago, if Jim had suggested not only getting back with Sam Charles, but also working with him, she would have screamed, but now? Now it seemed like the only thing that made any sense.
‘So do you want me to set up a meeting with him?’ said Jim, coming up behind her, stroking his hand across her belly. ‘Somewhere romantic? Maybe that island in Scotland he vanished to after the story broke?’
‘But do you think he’ll want to get back together?’
Jim didn’t speak for a moment, and she turned around, looking up at him anxiously.
‘Tell me he hasn’t met someone else?’
Jim shook his head.
‘Absolutely not. It’s just he’s convinced himself he’s happy being back in London. You know, there’s this little trailer-trash streak in Sam. So I think you might have to do more of the running.’
‘I’m not gonna beg, Jim,’ she said angrily.
‘Sure, baby,’ he said soothingly. ‘Just go see him in England. Woo him. Once he feels wanted, he’ll see the sense of this too.’
‘But what if he doesn’t bite?’
Jim raised an eyebrow.
‘Then we might need a few additional incentives.’
‘You mean the document?’
‘I meant something even more persuasive than that,’ he said, cupping her breast. She moaned with pleasure as his fingers stroked her nipple. She felt hornier than she’d done in years. ‘So, we got a deal?’ he breathed into her ear.
‘Come back to bed and I’ll think about it.’
‘I can’t, sweetheart, I’ve got to get back to work,’ he said, nuzzling into her neck. ‘Especially if you want me to start on everything we’ve just talked about.’
He held her face gently between his hands.
‘So what’s it to be?’
‘Let’s do it,’ she whispered. ‘I want you to represent me.’
He placed a slow, lingering kiss on her lips.
‘I won’t let you down.’
She lay back on the mattress. Sunshine streamed into the room, over her naked body, making her feel blissfully lazy and happy.
‘I’ll let myself out,’ winked Jim, already dressed.
‘Call me,’ she smiled, watching his tight ass exit the bedroom. She picked up the business plan and began to read it again, feeling turned on once more as she absorbed and visualised every little detail. She was so engrossed in the document, she didn’t notice that it was a few minutes before her front door closed. Enough time for Jim Parker to remove the bugging devices he had planted around her
house three weeks earlier.
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