Rock my world - By Cindi Myers Page 0,17
with that kind of bad mark on her record.
As their final song of the morning began playing, Erica removed her headphones and grinned at him. “How much money have we raised so far?”
He checked the note Mason had handed him earlier. “Looks like twenty-one-thousand dollars and counting. That’s including Max’s ten thousand.”
“That’s fantastic. I bet this is the biggest fund-raiser the Salvation Army has had all year. The audience must love us.”
Part of him felt old and jaded next to her enthusiasm. But she definitely made this gig less of a bore. “They love you. They can hear me anytime.”
“You’re so sweet to say that. I was terrified I’d screw this up, like I did the last time.”
He winced, remembering that fiasco. After mixing up the ads for competing car dealers, she’d compounded the error by swearing like a sailor on air. Within minutes the phone banks had lit up with complaints from listeners, both car dealers and the FCC. Carl’s face had turned purple, he’d been so enraged. He’d finally locked himself in his office and refused to talk to anyone, while Erica was sent home to contemplate her sins. Fortunately, by the next day, Carl had agreed to let her stay. “You were nervous,” Adam said. “Everybody makes mistakes, especially when they’re new. You just got yours all out of the way at once.”
She laughed, and absently twirled a lock of her hair around one finger, a gesture he found incredibly alluring. He looked away. “I think we’re supposed to tape some more promo spots this morning.”
“Sure. I just want to take a break first.” She was looking over the crowd, then spotted someone and waved.
Tanisha emerged from a clot of people by the door. “I brought you some goodies,” she said, holding aloft a pink shopping bag.
“Great.” Erica turned to Adam. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
He watched the two women head toward the rest room. Now that the initial shock of being thrown together in bed was over, maybe the next two days wouldn’t be so bad. He and Erica could be friends. No reason they couldn’t keep things on that level.
Carl strode over to him. “I just saw the latest donation totals. You’re doing great.”
“Erica’s really impressed me. She has a flair for this.”
“You two are great together. So far you’ve struck just the right tone—sexy, but not too racy. We want to tantalize, but not offend.”
“I know. I’ve read the memos from corporate, too.” To please advertisers, listeners and government regulators, stations like KROK had to dance along the edge between a little wild and too outrageous.
“Just keep that in mind. I can’t step in and save your ass every time.”
“I know. Like you said, I’m a man who learns from my mistakes.” Had he ever learned.
Carl clapped him on the back, as close as the manager ever got to a gesture of affection, then left.
Others liked to grouse about Carl’s gruff demeanor and dictatorial tendencies, but Adam owed the man too much to complain. Carl had taken a chance on him when no one else would.
Adam had been at the station less than a year when the fiasco with Bonnie happened. He’d fully expected to be back on the street, and had steeled himself for Carl’s disapproval. Instead Carl had been amazingly calm. “I don’t have to tell you how badly you screwed up,” he’d said. “I’m taking the FCC fine out of your and Bonnie’s salaries.”
Adam nodded. He’d expected this.
“Since you’re both involved, I can’t say who’s the most to blame in this, though I have my ideas,” the manager continued. “But except for this, you’ve kept your nose clean in your time here.”
He waited, wondering at Carl’s choice of words.
“Your show gets good ratings. You never cause me problems with scheduling and stuff. You’re never late and you don’t slack off. Those things count with me, so I’m giving you another chance.” Carl’s eyes met his, hard as two lumps of coal. “Don’t screw up again.”
“I won’t.”
Not even Erica could make him break that promise.
“TANISHA, this outfit is definitely killer. But I don’t know if I have the nerve to wear it in public.” Erica stood on tiptoe and studied her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The black satin bikini panties and bra top were overlaid with a sheer black chiffon crop top and harem pants, decorated with random sprinklings of jet beads.
“Why not? Technically everything is covered except your hands, feet and belly button.”
“Yeah, it has fabric over it,