Page 47 of Turn Me On
The only man I want to rally for is in Los Angeles. I whimper privately at the lost chance. “Next time,” I say, then I shut the door.
I take a big breath, annoyed, but weirdly relieved too. I don’t think I would have stopped the sex train tonight. I was this close to jerking it right there with my agent.
Call me crazy, but I want my hands on him the first time I get him off.
I blink, drag a hand through my hair.
Except that can’t happen.
But a phone call can.
I hurry back to the couch and call him again on video.
He’s sitting in a chair on his deck now, a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Damn. I missed watching you get out of the water, Neptune style,” I say with exaggerated sadness.
“It was like a red-band bathing suit commercial when you hung up,” he deadpans.
He’s back to his usual form—sarcastic and clever.
I sigh, forlorn. “Sorry. Gunnar wanted me to come to a pool party. He said the guys were super-hot.”
Maddox’s jaw ticks. “Do you want to go?”
I scoff. “No fucking way. The sexiest man I’ve ever seen just fondled his cock for me from three thousand miles away. I can’t touch him tonight. I probably can’t touch him ever. But he’s the one I want to talk to.”
Maddox smiles, dipping his face again, that shyness peeking through. “Same here,” he says, all honey-smooth. But then he clears his throat. The softness in his mouth is gone, the dreaminess in his eyes replaced by numbers and data. “Let me tell you about the meeting,” he says.
Right. The reason for the call in the first place.
“I’m all ears,” I say. He slips into super-agent mode and outlines the possible terms of the deal, which involve lots of yummy zeros that excite me, but I’m also cautious. Don’t want to get ahead of myself. “I like.”
“Priyam is a big fan of yours. He loves how you dress, but he also likes that you have a mix of looks and wear a range of brands. And Imighthave leaned into the bow tie thing.”
I arch a curious brow. “Do tell.”
“Priyam’s big on bow ties. Wants to make them a thing. I suggested you do a video series on how to tie one,” he says, sounding pleased with himself.
And he should since he’s a fucking genius. “Because no one knows how!”
“Exactly.”
But I don’t want to disappoint a potential partner. “Does Priyam know I’m not a bow-tie-or-die guy? It’s just something I break out for fun now and then.”
“It’s all good. Don’t worry. Bespoke has cufflinks, belts, regular ties, bow ties, shirts, slacks—anything and everything. It’s just a good angle to play.”
“And you came up with it,” I say in admiration.
Like I needed another reason to like him. Maddox’s big brain is one more thing that turns me on. I’m glad we’re on opposite coasts right now. If we were in the same room…
You almost jerked off together on the phone. If you were in the same room, you’d fuck.
I force my mind back to the current subject of the deal. “So, what’s the holdup?”
Maddox gives a reassuring grin. “No holdup. He’s just one of those guys who takes his time. Likes to get to know his business partners.”
The deal is so close I can taste it. I want to do whatever I can to help Maddox seal it up. “Then what’s next? A pool party for Priyam? Feel free to send me an invitation.”