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“For what?”
“Whatever you did that landed me a deal with DreamStream.”
His arms tighten. “I didn’t—”
I press my finger against his mouth. “Don’t lie to me or play the humble-boyfriend card.” It’s the first time I called him my boyfriend, and the shock on his face made it worth the wait.
“Boyfriend?”
“Don’t let the title go to your head.”
“A little too late for that. Does it come with a lifetime membership?”
I pinch him between the ribs, making him jolt. “Start talking or else.” I reach to repeat the move, but he traps my hands against his thigh.
“I wanted you to make a decision that was best for you, not based on my influence in the process.”
“So you admit you played a part?”
“If byplayed a part, you mean merely making sure the right person heard about your availability and interest in filming a new show, then yes. Guilty as charged.”
I swat his shoulder. “I knew it!”
“How did you find out?”
“Well, it was solely based on a hunch, but a good one given your connection to Callahan Kane and you being the only person in town who knew about me pitching a new show.”
The tips of his ears turn pink. “He owed me a favor.”
“And you used it on me?”
“I know how much you loved having your own show.”
The Kanes rarely owe any favors, so the fact that Julian used his to pitch my show means the world to me.
My chest squeezes. “I can’t believe you got me a deal with DreamStream.”
He cradles my head between his palms. “All I did was speak with Declan and tell him about your idea for a show. His company offering you a deal was all thanks to you and your years of hard work.” He pauses. “And probably the fact that Declan Kane’s wife might be your second biggest fan.”
“Who’s the first?”
“You’re in love with him.” He slides his fingers through my hair and steals another kiss.
The phone on his desk rings, and we break away with a groan.
“I should get that.”
I brush my lips across his. “You should.”
He sighs. “Don’t make this harder for me.”
I run my hand down the front of his pants. “Not sure that’s possible.”
“Dahlia,” he groans as I trace the tip of his cock.
The phone rings again, and I slide off his lap. His dark gaze trails down my body as I walk toward the door, and I’m hit with the same rush of butterflies in my stomach that never seem to go away no matter what.
I glance over my shoulder. “See you in an hour.”
