Cash (Sexy Bastard #2) Read Free Page B

we run down the laundry list of morning
issues.
    “Put Davies on the call list and
we’ll hit him up again. He needs a new lawyer to take on the
studios. We have plenty of experience there.”
    Rob makes a face. “I got the
impression from his assistant that he really wants someone in Los
Angeles.”
    I stop short. “Why? When he
spends ninety percent of his time shooting in Atlanta? We’re
far more accessible, and we’ve dealt with these studios plenty
of times before.”
    “I’ll remind his assistant
of that next time we speak.”
    “Great. And Mathias?”
    “Possibly has a new client for
you, but I couldn’t get much more out of him than that.”
I look up. Rob can find snow in the Sahara. Whoever Triton
Entertainment thinks they have, they think that person is worth big
bucks. Just what I need to put me above The Dick.
    “Thank you.” Rob heads for
the door and I grab a pen, writing in an addendum to a clause. He
backtracks and stands in front of me, head down.
    “Also, Meyers wants to know if
you’re still going to the event at the Intercontinental
tomorrow?”
    “Does Blake
Shelton sing country music?” I answer, not looking up from my
writing.
    “I know that and you know that,
but Meyers—”
    “Rob,” I warn. Normally,
I’d enjoy the joke, and probably add a follow up, but with me
angling for this job, I can’t chance it. Meyers isn’t my
biggest fan at this point. No need to poke the bear.
    Even if it is true.
    I stare at Rob, the pieces not adding
up. “Why exactly is Meyers so interested? I RSVP’d for
that weeks ago. We’re confirmed to meet with the heads of
several record labels that night. Everything is set.”
    My assistant looks uncomfortable. “I
think it’s because you left early that one time. He’s got
the idea stuck in his head that you’re not invested enough in
the business.” Rob looks away.
    I pause, pen mid-air above a clause.
That one fucking time was several months ago and I prefer not to
remember the worst day of my life. It was the last time I let
anything to do with my heart get in the way of my job.
    Of course he thinks I’m not
engaging in the business.
    “Tell him I’ll be there and
he’ll be glad I am in the end.”
    Rob nods and starts to go, but then
turns back. “How was the date, by the way?” he asks.
    “Thank you, Rob.” I dismiss
him, feeling my cheeks flush.
    He shoots me a sympathetic smile. “That
good, huh? Want me to cancel Mixer Man tonight?”
    The last thing I needed was for my
dates to get new nicknames before they even made their terrible
appearance. But really, I should cancel. If Meyers thinks I’m
not interested in the business, I’m in more trouble than I
originally thought. Cancel , I
think. Cancel, it’ll
be better for your career.
    Live
a little —it’s Cash’s words that
come back to me, sending a shiver down my spine. Maybe I’m
spending too much time at Altitude, and my brain isn’t thinking
clearly. And as soon as those words come, I remember his promise that
I’ll beg and then thank him for it. The thought alone has me
turned on.
    I need this date. Otherwise, I’m
liable to do everything Cash asks. I’ve let work eat my life
for far too long.
    “Confirm what’s on the
calendar, Robert.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” And
just as he’s leaving, “Right away, ma’am .”
    Rob finally leaves grinning, and I get
through the rest of the contract and a handful of emails before my
cell phone buzzes. I answer without even looking at the caller ID.
Big shot lawyer on call twenty-four seven, that’s me.
    “Savannah Sunday.”
    “Good morning to you, too.”
Cassie’s all too familiar chipper tone comes down the
phone.
    It’s been easy to fall back into
our old ways. Cassie was MIA overseas for almost two years, and we
seem to constantly be making up for lost time. Brunch, phone calls,
texting—if it wasn’t for her new boyfriend, we’d
probably still be having sleepovers and staying up way too late with
wine,