deserves to be fired!”
Rage bubbled in my blood. It took all I had not to throw her out my office. The words, “You’re fired,” were on the tip of my tongue, but I gritted my teeth to hold them back. I couldn’t afford to fire my insolent marketing head right now with so much riding on the line. Clenching my fists so hard my knuckles turned white, I shot eye daggers back at her.
“Don’t you ever again say something nasty about my Olive.” My voice rose with every word.
“Did you call me, sir?” came a sweet voice at the doorway. My eyes shifted from the thorn in my side to the love of my life.
“Olive,” I breathed out, my voice softening. “Grab your notebook. I want you to attend the casting session with me.”
Clint shot me a scathing look and then one at Olive. Without saying another word, she stormed out of my office right past her. I swear I heard her call Olive a whore under her breath, but maybe it was just a huff. I let it go, melted by the sight of the woman of my dreams. Man, I wanted to fuck her, but I couldn’t afford to let Jaime and his team wait any longer. And I promised I wouldn’t. Rules were meant to be broken, but promises were sacred.
I thought the casting session would never end. I glanced at my watch. It was now going on seven o’clock. I’d lost count of how many women I’d seen try out for the part of The Big O Girl. I turned to Olive who was taking notes and keeping track. She told me this was number 220, the last girl we were seeing. Fuck. I’d seen over two hundred girls and not one cut it. Hopefully, this one would.
The problem was that all the girls auditioning for this coveted role were cookie-cutter wafer-thin starlets or models, who’d probably never eaten a donut in their lives. They reminded me of some of my stuck-up skin and bones hook-ups, who I never wanted to see again. Women with no substance either mentally or physically. Donut King was a down-to-earth brand, and despite the sexy direction our new marketing campaign was taking, I needed a down-to-earth spokesperson to sell our donuts. That I knew for sure. We were not selling sex, but dreams.
Feeling somewhat despondent (and partially because I hadn’t been able to get to my safety deposit box to retrieve my mother’s ring), I told Jaime’s assistant to hold off on sending the last girl in. I needed some questions answered first.
“Jaime, where’d you get all these girls?”
“We put out a major casting call yesterday right after our meeting, using the specifications your marketing director Mallory gave to us.”
While Mallory smirked, the muscles behind my eyes tensed. “And what exactly were they?”
“At least five-nine. Under a hundred twenty pounds. Big tits even if surgically enhanced. Previous major modeling experience required. Thanks to my wife, I was able to convince some Gloria’s Secret models to try out for the part.”
Fuck. And fuck Clint. That was so not my image of The Big O Girl. She needed to be hefty and wholesome—exude sugary goodness. Someone who could sell both donuts and dreams. Really have an orgasmic experience when she bit into a donut. Maybe this last auditioner would.
“Send in the last girl,” I told Jaime’s energetic assistant. Fingers crossed she would cut it.
I inhaled a deep breath as she entered the room. My heart sank. She was more of the same. No different from the others. A skinny bottle-blond Amazon with head to toe surgical enhancements. To most men, she might have been a wet dream, but to me she was as bland as toast without jam. I quickly read over her headshot vitals. Great. Her last big job was doing an infomercial for a dietary supplement that was guaranteed to make you lose pounds fast. Something told me this girl wasn’t even capable of a Big O and probably faked all her orgasms.
Jaime’s assistant handed her the script. All she had to was bite into a donut and react. The box of fresh donuts was sitting on the credenza. We’d replenished them throughout the day.
Upon hearing her directions, the aspiring actress, whose name was Crystal, made a face.
“What!? I can’t eat one of these! I’m gluten-free!” She stormed out of the conference room to my relief. It spared me from having her kiss me, which was the second part of