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“My sister swore the same thing, but I already heard her tell my brother-in-law that they’ll be having more.”
Billy laughs. “Yeah, they’re like tattoos, addicting.”
“You have tattoos?” she asks.
My ears perk up. I wonder if Annie has one and where it might be.
“Just one. When I was in college. Peer pressure.” He laughs. “You?”
I bury my head in papers as if I can’t find what I’m looking for.
“Um… I have one.” She’s hesitant. Why is she hesitant?
“Where?” Billy’s question is innocent; he’s making conversation. I’m the perv wondering if she has one on her hip bone or right above her ass. Suddenly, the rabid urge to undress her and find it surges through my body.
“Let’s just say only a few people have seen it.”
I glance up to see her cheeks are flaming red.
Billy raises his hand. “Say no more. It’s none of my business.”
She shrugs. “I asked you first.”
“Yeah, but mine is a Superman logo on my right shoulder blade. Yours sounds a little more private.”
She giggles. “Thanks for understanding. You ready over there, slowpoke?”
“Yeah.” I walk around my desk to the opposite side of the couch. “Who wants to go first?”
“Ladies first,” Billy says, propping his feet up on my coffee table and resting his hands on his stomach.
Annie clears her throat, her gaze flicking between us. “I might’ve gone too much on the heartfelt side.”
I offer her the advice I was given when I started out. “Don’t come at us with a warning label. Just pitch your idea and be confident with what you have.”
“Okay… um… how about we have two or three couples? Different circumstances. Maybe a teen birth, a couple who isn’t married, and a married couple. We somehow show that life isn’t perfect. Then at the end of the commercial, each baby is delivered, and everyone is happy.”
“I need a little more,” Billy says. “Also, do we really want to put teen birth out there?”
“It’s risky, yeah, so maybe just a younger couple—early twenties perhaps. Maybe they struggle for money and you see an argument…” Her words trail off. Billy has already changed her mind on her original idea.
“Annie?” I wait until she’s locked gazes with me. “This is just a shoot-shit-at-the-wall meeting. Relax. Billy’s not judging your idea. He’s poking holes at it because this is what a client does.”
She nods. “I have some sketches.” She opens up her book.
Billy’s feet fall to the floor, and he leans in and looks. I have no choice but to slide closer to her. Other than when she fell into my chest a few days ago, I haven’t been this close to her. She smells like a flower with a hint of vanilla.
“Are you an artist?” Billy asks. Her sketches are well done.
“I took a few classes in college, but no.”
“I love the scenes at the end. I think we just need to figure out a way to get there.” I hold out my hand to look at the sketches more closely. She allows me to have them, and I know it took a lot of trust for her to pass them over.
“How about we do an argument between a wife and husband, either before a holiday or maybe he didn’t do something around the house? I can vouch for pregnant women being demanding.” Billy chuckles.
Annie’s eyes narrow on Billy. “Would you like to carry a human being around inside you for nine months?”
I smile, watching it unfold.
