Brenna nodded shortly, sighing. There were rumors. That Damon Andros ran a modern-day casting couch—signing women only after they’d slept with him. That he partied illicitly hard with the musicians he hung out with. He was the L.A. music scene’s official bad boy. “I just didn’t realize Damon’s behavior had any significant impact on Blue Night’s business.” After all, it was a rock-n-roll lifestyle and this was La La Land.
“Fortunately, it’s been a slow-coming thing. But now I’ve got Claire Starr threatening to sue us, claiming he wouldn’t give her a contract until she had sex with him.” Starr was a recent Blue Night one-hit wonder whose bad attitude had gotten her ousted from a label that usually nurtured performers and stuck with them through ups and downs. “Could be sour grapes since we dropped her, but on the other hand, it’s the kind of publicity that could kill us, and whether or not it’s true, his general behavior makes it plausible.” A hopeful smile slid back onto Jenkins’ face. “So, would you like to hear my proposition?”
Sadly, despite how exciting it was, this whole thing was suddenly making Brenna break out into a sweat. Still, she said, “Sure.”
“I want to announce that we’re adding you as an A&R rep due to our growth over the last couple of years, and I want Damon to begin training you—starting on his scouting trip to Vegas next week. You’ll shadow his every move. He’ll show you the ropes, introduce you around, teach you how to spot a star as opposed to a flash in the pan.
“As for Damon’s fate, I’m holding steady until we see what happens with Claire. But the minute she sues, he’s gone. That might be next week, next month, or never—we’ll have to let it play out. Either way, I want you ready to take over. And . . . if it works out that Damon can clean up his act and put a more professional face on Blue Night, I won’t leave you out in the cold. If I end up keeping Damon on the payroll, it’s safe to say we’ll continue making good money, and I’ll need you both out there finding new talent.”
“In the meantime, everything I’ve told you about Damon stays between you and me. To the rest of the world, you’re training for a new position, not Damon’s existing one. Got it?”
She drew her lips together, again trying to hide the nervous swallow. “And that includes Damon? He has no idea he’s going to be grooming me to take his job when you fire him?”
Jenkins answered with a succinct but conclusive nod.
Okay, regroup. Your boss has just offered you the opportunity of a lifetime. And to get it, all you have to do is lie your ass off to the sexiest guy you’ve ever encountered. For a week. Maybe longer. Oh, and you have to lie to everyone else about it, too.
Her stomach churned.
“Can I count on you, Brenna? Are you on board?”
For a dream job? “Definitely.” What else could she say?
About the Author
Lacey Alexander’s books have been called deliciously decadent, unbelievably erotic, exceptionally arousing, blazingly sexual, and downright sinful. In each book, Lacey strives to take her readers on the ultimate erotic adventure, and she hopes her stories will encourage women to embrace their sexual fantasies. Lacey resides in the Midwest with her husband, and when not penning romantic erotica, she enjoys studying history and traveling, often incorporating favorite destinations into her work.
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