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Making sure to keep them close enough to her chest, my thumbs resting on her thick nipples as she sighs in question, I squeeze her tight.
“You mean, from now on… with you and me?” she asks, hamming up the country accent I never knew she had in her.
Frowning.
“I mean it, Lois. I can tell you want to be a reporter… a real reporter…”
She goes quiet, nodding to herself. Probably remembering how she just got fired from her first real reporter’s job.
I don’t even have to think, it’s what I wanted to say back at the newspaper office but I certainly don’t want that washed out Barbie doll boss of hers in on it.
“I want you to be the voice of my story, Lois. I want you to be my new press secretary if that’s what you wanna call it.”
I feel her go rigid, frozen in thought for a moment.
“As an independent reporter, you mean?” she says, making me smile and squeezing her tighter.
“As a completely independent agent, selling the story to the world, on your terms,” I add and meaning it.
I don’t have much to give Lois right now, a roof over our heads, and probably a giant legal headache coming up. The least I can do is make sure she gets to do what she loves and turn some coin from it.
“A word of advice…” I whisper into her ear before kissing it tenderly, “Don’t ever be scared to use the word million… or two… or three.”
I feel her gasp and then go quiet again, the wheels turning in her mind.
A loud splash of bathwater to my face jolts me as she spins around, trying to face me.
“You really mean it, don’t you?” she asks, but I’m already nodding.
“I’m thinking we should get outta this town before the sheriff and your ex-boss blow the story anyway. We can get away and you can pitch the real deal to some networks. I have a few contacts who would be more than happy to help,” I tell her.
It’s true. A lot of ex-ball players started their own sports and media production companies. All loaded with media contacts.
I want Lois to tell my story, the real story too, and to make a shit ton of money in the process.
Something tells me in my gut we’re going to need it.
Old Mrs. Barnes doesn’t mind me staying here, but she sure as hell isn’t just gonna give me a house. Plus, once news of my reappearance hits the news, I don’t think my old team is gonna want me to tell the world what they did once they found out I was missing.
I let her think about it for a minute. I feel her body tensing and relaxing, before she finally leans back into me, my favorite feeling lately, and tells me she’ll do whatever I think is best.
“That’s my point, Lois. We or you need to act on this pretty fast. I’m all for getting away but I wanna be sure you don’t feel like you’ve gained a man because you lost your job.”
“I don’t feel that way,” she says, almost sounding annoyed.
“I just want what’s best for you, Lois. If you want it, it’s there, if not, we can just get outta here and lay low until the dust settles. What D’ya say?” I ask her, realizing the extent of my own words.
If we were still in the city, the whole place would be buzzing with helicopters by now, the yard full of reporters.
Lawyers.
I nearly groan out loud at the thought but feel my systems recharged when Lois finally makes up her own mind.
“You know what, Blake? I think you’re right. I’m never gonna get a break with a small town paper and what’s the harm in at least trying out your idea?” she says, sounding not too uncertain either.
I chuckle softly, hugging her and biting her neck until she squeals.
“You’ll do great. I just know you will.” But I have to caution her, for real.
“It won’t be easy though, Lois, and I don’t want to be the one in front of the cameras… only do as much as you feel like doing and delegate the rest.
Without even hesitating, she agrees. “When do we leave?” she asks.
That’s my girl!
“I’ll make some calls once we’re dried and dressed unless you want to wait?”
She shakes her head. “I think we might’ve spent too much time doing other things already.”
I can feel the cogs turning in her mind, but don’t regret a second of our time together so far.
Nor do I think we should wait.
It kills me to not watch her dry and dress, but I know there’s one call I should’ve made sooner later before I even went to Lois’ office.
Make that two phone calls...
Chapter Seventeen
Lois
It’s as much a dream come true as the rest of the past twenty-four hours, so why not?
