“We got it!” Morgan cheers.
“That’s a winner!” Loki yells. “My bet is on over one hundred million views within three days and God knows how many paid downloads.”
A round of applause erupts in the room.
“If we achieve anything close to that, you guys get a cut of what we make,” Scott says approaching Loki. “To be able to top the charts again as a band, is priceless.” Scott Deen is the lead singer of Flooding Dynasty—one of the rock bands on Veemonth Records’ label that went into obscurity. Dom’s video will mark their comeback.
“You better pull out your checkbook,” Loki says with confidence. “Dom nailed it!”
Both men turn to look at her.
“You’re an incredible director,” Scott tells her. “I was a little wary about your age, but you have amazing vision.”
“I’m flattered,” she says.
There’s another collective cheer.
I look at Dom and wink. “Good job,” I mouth.
“Thanks,” she mouths back, her cheeks flushing.
I love that I can still make her blush.
A small crowd forms around her, congratulating her and her team. Her brilliant smile says it all. I’m happy to stand back and watch her bask in her glory. She so deserves it.
As people scatter and go back to their jobs, I pull out my phone.
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I want you in my private bathroom in the next two minutes—no panties!
She drops the camera she was holding on a table, pulls out her phone, unlocks the screen and reads my message. Slowly, she turns around and looks at me. She cocks an eyebrow, a teasing smile flirting on her lips. Since she’s still standing there staring at me in disbelief, I decide to provoke her.
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What are you waiting for, woman?
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You’re kidding, right?
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I’m as serious as my hard on… which is huge by the way.
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We’re still at work.
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So?
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You’re a very dirty man, Wolfe.
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