Page 100 of Steel

Flying high. What in the hell did that mean?

Me:You’re up way too early.

Brenda:The early bird catches the worm. Besides, that news report was a goldmine.

What? My skin began to crawl. Was she talking about the one from the local news station?

Me:How did you hear about that?

The three dots took way too long to provide a message. By then I was sweating.

Brenda:Are you kidding me? Someone tagged the page and with a quick search, I realized someone had taken great interest in the report. It’s everywhere and people are foaming at the mouth to grab a copy of the calendar. Like I said. Goldmine.

Oh, I wasn’t certain if this was good for the project or not, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Me:Until I have signatures on contracts, don’t go too far in your celebrations.

Brenda:Well, you better work your magic because it was mentioned on our local station late last night. Just a shout out, but you know how reporters are. They love a good human interest piece, especially when hot men are involved. I think the story went national.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

That wasn’t what I needed.

With the scope of draining, horrible news being shown every day on the airwaves, a little fun was always helpful to make someone’s day much better. I’d need to get my butt so far into gear I didn’t stop until I dropped.

Me:Get the troops ready, girl. We are going to roll. With any luck, I’ll have some test shots tonight. Try and keep Eric from losing his mind.

Brenda:Ha. As if that’s possible. Good luck.

Luck I’d definitely need at this point.

With my nerves on edge, I moved to the page she was talking about. You bet someone had made a very big deal about the interview. There were hundreds of thousands of likes on the shared link already.

Well, this could be a goldmine if I played my cards right.

Now to ensure that the hot man lying in the bed only a few feet away would conform to my needs. Oh, that gave me some very naughty ideas, including about photographs. How to do it.

Before I headed into his bathroom, I stole another quick look at the sleeping beauty. I had so many mixed emotions about spending the night with him, especially since we both knew this couldn’t last, but maybe allowing myself something just for me wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

By the time I entered the cozy room and shut the door, a warm, almost insidious feeling washed over me, comforting in a way that led to confusion. In fact, I was tingling all over. That lasted all of fifteen seconds until I peered at myself in the mirror. “Oh, girl. You look…” Between the still damp, stringy hair from being in the hot tub and my smeared makeup, mostly from his rough hands and incessant kisses, I looked a mess. A complete mess.

Oh, no. This wouldn’t do with waking my son. Maybe he was a little adult already, but I had no intention of shoving his mother’s escapades into his face. I wasn’t ready forthatconversation, even though he was insistent he understood what happened between a man and a woman. When I tested my breath against my hand, I groaned. Dragon’s breath. No. No. No. That wasn’t sexy in the least.

A little frantic, I opened drawers and cabinets until I found a washcloth and toothpaste. With a little silent prayer, washingthe raccoon eyes was first, which I did in a flurry of activity. Fearful he’d wake up and see me this way, my eyes were still stinging slightly from the amount of soap I’d used when I squeezed toothpaste on my finger and shoved it into my mouth.

I was avidly rubbing the pad of my index finger across my teeth when the door was flung open and my handsome prince waltzed inside as if king of his castle. With a huge grin on his face, he stretched while I stood still, frozen on the spot.

Ye this heated gaze penetrated every muscle, rocking me all the way to my bones.

“Were you trying to escape, brat?” He knew I couldn’t answer since I was foaming at the mouth.

I shook my head in response.

He leaned against the doorway with his arms folded, acting as if he was master of the house. The smirk on his face somehow made him even more sensual, which on him was insanely enticing. All I could think about was running my fingers through that mop of hair, twisting my fingers in it.

“Oh, I think you were. Don’t you remember what I told you last night?” His eyebrows were hitched, which added to his expression of amusement.

“Uh?” I managed, spitting all over myself when I tried to answer. When my eyes dropped to between his legs, he wagged his finger and tsked me. Oh, my goodness. He was no longer just semi hard. He was now sporting a fully engorged cock with the tip glistening from several drops of pre-cum.