Grace Anne - By Kathi S. Barton Page 0,4
She had been staring at the note on her desk to call her sister for a few minutes more when she picked up the phone. Jazzie answered on the first ring.
“I’m going to have a baby,” she screamed in the phone when she answered.
Chapter 2
Michael didn’t get a damned thing done because of the woman. He didn’t even try and justify that he was thinking about the building; it was her. Grace Anne, she’d said her name was. And it suited her.
He thought of the way she’d fit against his body. The way her mouth felt under his. He reached down and adjusted his cock for what he was sure was the millionth time since yesterday. She had even haunted his dreams. He glared at the report on his desk again. And that was not helping one bit.
He picked it up just as his phone rang. He tossed it down with a snarl and answered with a bark of his name. Thankfully, his secretary was used to his moods of late and didn’t make a comment about it.
“There is a gentleman here to see you, sir, a Mr. Arnold Malone. He said it was about your shoot yesterday. He seems to be under the impression that you are a model.” She made a noise he was going to assume was a cough and didn’t want to think about her laughing at him. “Shall I set him straight for you?”
It took his mind nearly a full ten seconds to remember what the man could want. There had been a photographer there yesterday. Michael had been told several times that he’d been late and that he wasn’t dressed the way they’d requested. Then Grace had come out dressed in that sinful robe and nothing else and he’d completely forgotten. He’d refused to sign off on anything they shoved at him until he’d had his lawyer read it.
“Send him in. And Betsy, hold my calls until I’m finished with him. Also, could you please find Matt and tell him I need to see him, please? As soon as possible.”
He knew she’d do it so he leaned back in his chair and waited. He had a fleeting thought that the man might not have been the one from yesterday, but doubted it. He’d been both surprised and annoyed that they thought he could be…
“Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Cunningham. I was afraid you’d have no time for me and, well, I really wanted to get your permission on these shots we took yesterday. They’re simply amazing. Gracie said that I should trash them…well, we won’t go into what she really said. That girl has a mouth on her, doesn’t she?”
Michael couldn’t have agreed more. The woman had a luscious mouth and one he decided he’d like to get another taste of. Before he could agree or disagree with the man, Matt, his long time friend and personal lawyer, walked in.
“Matthew Gray, I’d like you to meet…I’m sorry, I don’t believe I caught your name.” The man seemed to positively glow with his smile.
“Arnold Malone. So happy to meet you. Oh my, you should join your friend here and do some of the layouts that Gracie has in her catalogs. She would sell…well, more than she does now and she does sell a great deal.”
Michael sat when Matt did. He brought him up to speed on why the man was there and asked him if he’d had a chance to look over the releases from yesterday.
“There are one or two things that I’m wondering about,” Matt said with a smile. “First of all, do you have any of the shots that were taken of my cli—”
“That won’t be necessary. He doesn’t need to see them to—”
“Oh yes,” said Arnold, completely ignoring Michael in his desperate attempt to keep his buddy from viewing the girl dressed the way she’d been. But when Arnold handed him the pictures Matt burst out laughing.
“Christ, Michael, you didn’t tell me she was a beauty. And she seemed to be…enjoying herself all wrapped up around you like that. You don’t seem to be minding it so much either.” Matt looked through several photos before he handed them to Michael with a wink and a smile. “And what, exactly, does the woman sell? I mean, there isn’t really much on her that is…marketable.”
“Oh no. Gracie Anne sells women’s apparel. The kind that catches a man’s eye, so to speak and, from all accounts, they do seem to do that with no