viral than an Instagram post.”
“Oh, that’d be great. Thanks.”
I decide to give myself a bit of insurance that Isabel will actually show up to the party with Howard. “I’ll even say a toast to you and Howard.”
“Oh, that would be awesome. Thank you.”
“You know what? I just got a great idea for an invaluable PR opportunity for you. Are you familiar with the magazine, Dig a Little Deeper?”
“Yeah. My PR woman keeps trying to nab a cover feature for me in that one, but no dice. Apparently, I’m not ‘forthcoming enough’ for the kinds of interviews they feature, especially for the cover slot.”
“Did you know Dig a Little Deeper and Rock ‘n’ Roll were both founded by CeeCee Rafael?”
Isabel gasps. “Oh! Will CeeCee be at the party? I’d love to chat her up and convince her to give me that cover slot.”
“No, CeeCee won’t be there. She’s out of the country this week. But just the other day, CeeCee told me, in confidence, she’s considering a ‘Women in Hollywood’ special issue of Dig a Little Deeper.” It’s bullshit, but sometimes, the end justifies the means. “Don’t tell her I told you about this, Isabel. CeeCee hasn’t fully decided to do it yet. If she does, though, she said she’s leaning toward putting Gabrielle LeMonde on the cover.”
“Gabrielle?” She scoffs. “That’s so inside the box. Yes, Gabrielle has three Oscars. But she’s never secured a four-picture deal like mine. Nobody has. I’m a trailblazer, Reed.”
“I couldn’t agree more. That’s exactly why I brought it up. You should be on that cover.”
“Damn straight.”
“This is confidential, too, but I happen to know CeeCee has assigned one of the two Rock ‘n’ Roll writers coming to the party, CeeCee’s personal favorite, to gather content for Dig a Little Deeper. How about I introduce you to her, and you can charm the hell out of her—so much so, she wants to do an in-depth interview of you she could submit to CeeCee? If the interview is kick-ass enough, I’m sure CeeCee would want it as her cover feature for a ‘Women in Hollywood’ issue.”
Isabel squeals. “I love it!”
“Apparently, this writer is some sort of phenom. Fresh out of college, and yet CeeCee said she’s the best writer she’s ever hired. I’m positive she’ll be able to cook up something spectacular with you.”
Isabel starts babbling about how excited she is. But as she talks, I hear Georgina’s footsteps in the hallway—and, instantly, just knowing Georgina is in the house is making my dick buzz like a neon hotel Vacancy sign that’s just been flipped on
“Hey, I’ve got to go, Isabel. I’ll see you and Howard on Saturday.”
“Thank you so much for always having my back, Reed. When push comes to shove, you’re the one person—”
“You bet. I gotta go.”
“Hang on. Are you planning to have a pre-party at your place before the party? I’d love to—”
“Nope. No pre-party. I’ll see you at the party. Owen will text you. Congrats on your engagement.”
Click.
Chapter 15
Reed
I fling open my bedroom door after hanging up with Isabel, bursting at the seams to see Georgina. But she’s not in the hallway. Shit. Did I imagine her footfalls a moment ago?
But I’ve no sooner had the thought than Georgina emerges from her bedroom door. When she sees me, her face lights up. Squealing, she barrels toward me, leaps into my arms, and wraps herself around me like a monkey in a tree.
And that’s it. Without delay, we’re a frenzied blur of lips and tongues and hungry, groping hands. I clutch her ass, kneading it frantically, as she grips my neck and hair and grinds her center against my aching bulge behind my pants.
Still devouring her, I turn around and bump and thump my way through my bedroom doorway, somehow making it across my room and to my bed without toppling over or sending a lamp crashing down.
Like a man possessed, I lay Georgie down on my bed and begin frantically peeling off her clothes and mine, while she gasps and purrs and goads me on. When we’re both naked, I open her smooth, trembling thighs, crawl between them, and begin eating her with unbridled enthusiasm.
When I glance at her face, I find her looking enraptured... but with her eyes closed.
“Look in the mirror,” I say. “Watch me eat you.”
Her eyes flick open and train on the ceiling above us, and I get back to work, even more turned on to know she’s watching me. And soon, she’s losing her mind. Writhing, moaning,