Good Will Ghost Hunting: Demon Seed [Good Will Ghost Hunting 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free Page B

prepared for a chilly reception, but this guy felt like the iceberg that took out the Titanic. Even more handsome in person, his slate gray eyes bored into her, his sandy-brown hair not too short, perfect for running her fingers through, and his strong, unsmiling face looked almost rugged. He had a lithe, naturally muscled body, one that would probably be nice to snuggle against.
    She blinked. What the heck is wrong with me?
    Another man ran in. She immediately recognized him as Aidan Faust, the cohost. His appearance distracted her and gave her a chance to rip her attention away from Hellenboek’s handsome, albeit stony glare.
    Faust stopped in his tracks. “What’s—oh, hi. Sorry, this is a closed shoot. I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
    Will sat back, crossed his arms and nodded toward her. “Aidan, meet Kal Martin.”
    “What?” Aidan looked at her. “No shit?”
    “No kidding,” she said, crossing her arms, mirroring Hellenboek’s chilly pose. “I’m your new producer.”
    “No,” Will said, “you’re not. Sorry, but there’s been some miscommunication.” He stood and glared at Aidan. “Handle this.”
    Will quickly strode from the room, leaving a nervously smiling Aidan behind. “Um. I’m sorry he’s—”
    “Rude?”
    “Uh, yeah. See, he doesn’t work with women. I told the network that.”
    “That’s usually illegal according to the Department of Labor, isn’t it?”
    “Will tends to work by his own rules.”
    Dadgum , this was her first producer gig. She wouldn’t let some jerk like Will Hellenboek keep her from moving up the network ladder. She had her sights firmly set on bigger, better things. Discovery Channel, hopefully, if she played her cards right, then maybe she could parlay that into a job at one of the major networks in their news department. In ten years she pictured herself at the helm of a mainstay like The Today Show or Good Morning America .
    And Heaven help her father—or Will Hellenboek—if anyone fouled that up for her.
    Kal set her jaw into what she hoped portrayed a look of fierce irritation. “I don’t care if he makes his own rules. I’ve been hired to do a job and I’m going to do it. Ryan Ausar warned me this wouldn’t be a cakewalk. Believe me, I’m not a pushover no matter what you think.”
    At the mention of Ausar’s name, Aidan’s face froze. His voice dropped to a shocked whisper. “ Ryan personally hired you?”
    She frowned. “Yeah. Why?”
    “Shit. Shit, shit, shit! ” He ran a hand through his scruffy hair. “Adelle called me. I thought she’d hired you.”
    “No. She just handled the paperwork and made the arrangements. I’ve been working at headquarters in Columbus. Ausar called me into his office last Monday to give me a shot at my own show. Why?”
    “Crap!”
    He turned from her and held up a staying hand when she tried to speak. He composed himself and faced her. “Look,” he whispered, “I’ll handle Will. Please. You’ll have to play along for a while, okay? Just whatever you do, don’t mention that Ryan had anything to do with you being here. I’m not kidding. Don’t even think his name in your head.”
    She didn’t get a crazy-guy vibe from him and sensed he was serious. Couldn’t hurt to play along, could it? “Why not?”
    “Because Will would walk away from the show, and then you and I both would be SOL, if you get my drift. Got it?”
    Confused, but strangely unable to resist staring into his amber eyes, she nodded. “Okay.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Will found a dark, deserted corridor away from the active investigation area. He squatted, held his head in his hands, and tried to slow his heartbeat.
    Holy shit.
    This was bad news. He couldn’t work with her, especially with someone like her. It’d felt like his heart squeezed out of his chest when her dusty-green eyes met his. Dark honey-colored hair and she smelled like jasmine. Just the perfect height and with sweet curves in exactly the right places to put