Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
His intensity, coupled with surprising tenderness, sent me spinning into bliss this past weekend.
Now? His tycoon attitude is making me wet.
Damn my body.
“Let them feel the competition at their heels. Breathing down their necks,” Finn continues, and holy shit, my neck is on fire. My skin blazes. “And I think a hot property like The Rendezvous is just the way to launch the attack.”
I shiver then adjust my glasses again in case anyone noticed the way my body reacted.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Finn’s lips curve in the barest of grins. One he erases instantly.
He noticed the effect he had on me.
Of course he did. This man always notices me. He always sees me. It’s eerie and alluring all at once.
I refuse to look in my father’s direction.
Bridger shoots Finn a satisfied smile. “Absolutely love hearing that about an Opening Number project.”
My dad clears his throat. “You must be as well, Julia. I know you’ve been keen on the show.”
He might have gotten me the intro that led to my job, but I kept it on my own. He doesn’t need to cue me to join the conversation.
“Yes, it’s been wonderful that there’s so much excitement around the show. I’ve already jumped right into some of the scheduling Tetris,” I say. That’s my special skill.
“That’s why I put Jules on The Rendezvous. She’s a genius with logistics,” Bridger says.
“Thank you,” I say.
“Glad you’re on it,” Finn says. His gaze locks with mine, his green eyes sharp. But even in his all-business mode, those irises still make me ache between my thighs. This is definitely not like those uncomfortable intrusive sex thoughts, this is something real. I can’t stop thinking about sex with him as he sits staring across from me, especially after Friday night at his home. Nothing about these thoughts are uncomfortable, at all.
Which is another problem entirely.
“And we have big plans at Strong on how to compete with Webflix and gain new customers.” Finn pauses before he goes on. “When my brother and I devised our plan to invest, it was contingent on a clear growth strategy for Streamer. To that end, I’ll personally take an active role in the next few months in meetings with marketers, sponsors, and partners. When the show starts filming in a few weeks, my son will be off on a camping trip with his grandparents,” Finn says, and even in that brief mention of Zach, his delight and pride comes through. “So I’ll be going to Paris that first week and meeting with marketers and distribution partners myself.”
Bridger smiles. “That’s fantastic. Because I’m sending Jules to oversee the first week of shooting. Your trips should align.”
I blink.
Then swallow.
“Oh? You are?” I hope my voice didn’t squeak in shock.
“Yes. It only makes sense to have my right-hand woman there on the ground,” Bridger says.
Across the table, my father beams. He couldn’t be more thrilled with this work accomplishment of mine. “I’m glad the two of you will be able to work together. You’ll learn so much from Finn,” my father says about his best friend.
Little does he know.
This is the most uncomfortable lunch in the history of time.
Finn, to his credit, doesn’t move a telling muscle. His is the true poker face. “Paris is wonderful,” he says. He could be talking about a steak or a bottle of wine, not the city famous for enchanting lovers.
Somehow I make it through the rest of the meal, all while another loop is running through my head. I’m going to be in Paris for a week with my father’s best friend. The man who fucked me to countless orgasms the other night. The man who wants to punish me with pleasure.
When the check comes, Finn pays the bill with no questions asked. As Finn waits for his credit card, Bridger asks, “Besides the camping, how’s your son keeping himself busy this summer?”
“He has a pretty full calendar—conducting science experiments, climbing trees, and trying to devour the entire Captain Dude comic collection,” he says.
I hide a smile at the way Finn talks about his son, with such pride and affection, like he did in the yard on the weekend.
“He’s a reader, then,” Bridger says with a smile.
“Definitely. Balanced with running fast and talking a million miles a minute,” Finn says, then pauses. “I take it you were a big reader as a kid?”
“I pretty much grew up at the library,” Bridger says, then gestures to me. “Though no one’s as fast at reading as Jules. I’ve given her scripts at noon and she’s had them finished by twelve-thirty.”
I blush from the compliment.
“Speed reader?” Finn asks me, and it’s strange to have this conversation with him in front of everyone when it feels like one we could have in private, in his home, his bedroom, his courtyard.