Free Mr. 365 by Ruth Clampett

their backyard. I think they’re trying to get rich from this.”
    “Like that old TV show,
The Beverly Hillbill
ie
s
.
” I laugh despite my concern.
    Lindsey blinks. “I’ve never heard of that one, but I bet those hillbillies were a lot more charming than this motley bunch.”
    My apprehension starts setting in. “Really? I hope they don’t cause more trouble.”
    “Me too. I’ll call you after the meeting if they don’t sign.”
    I head to Paul’s office next.
    “Hey, Paul. Do we need to go over anything for tomorrow?”
    He looks up from his computer and pushes away from his desk.
    “I think we’re set. How’s the guy”—he pauses and glances at his notes— “Will. How’s Will feeling about this?”
    “I
think
he’s okay with everything.”
    Paul furrows his brow. “Okay? Not happy? Not great? You know we want this to be an upbeat show.”
    “I do. He was slow to come on board, and he’s not an attention seeker despite what he does.”
    “What? That’s different. Most of our subjects are attention whores. So why’d he agree?”
    I pause, wondering how to answer his question. I’m not willing to share that my influence is a lot of why Will is doing the show, or how we’re involved personally. Judging on how Paul seems, it could backfire later.
    “He agreed, wanting to bring more support to his cause,” I say.
    “
Really
.
” His response drips with skepticism. “Aaron mentioned this Will fellow is
very
taken with you.”
    My cheeks redden. “We do get along well.” My mind replays our kiss last night and the fantasies that resulted later, including my favorite—me on his sleigh bed with my legs wrapped around him as he thrusts into me so completely I can barely breathe.
    Oh
,
my God
!
I squeeze my thighs together. I can almost imagine the fullness of him inside of me as I squirm.
    “Get along? Well, I’m sure you’re completely professional, right?”
    “Of course I’ve been professional,” I respond yet my mind wanders again to the other fantasy of me slowly taking off Will’s clothes and kissing every part of him. The idea of it almost makes me moan out loud. I must be losing my mind. I need to get out of here before I say something I shouldn’t.
    “True,” he says, studying me as if he’s looking for a crack in my barely contained composure.
    “I’ve got another meeting. Let me know if you want to go over things after Aaron finishes the schedule,” I say, trying to control the nervousness in my voice.
    “Will do,” he says as I dart out to the hallway.

    That evening Will and I agree to have dinner to go over the shoot and what he can anticipate. I keep catching myself nervously fiddling with my silverware as we talk.
    We’re almost through with our meal when Will takes my hand in his. “Hey, what’s up?” he asks as he places his other hand on my bouncing knee. “You keep asking how I feel about tomorrow, but what about you? Are you okay with everything?”
    I sigh. “I’m tense, I guess.”
    “Why?” His eyebrows knit together as he studies me.
    His concerned expression makes me realize I should’ve put up a better front for his sake. “Don’t worry. I’m fine. I get like this before every shoot.”
    He waves down the waiter and gives him his credit card before leaning toward me. “I don’t believe you, Sophia. I don’t think you get this nervous before every shoot. You’re a pro.”
    I smile warmly at him. “I
am
a pro,” I say.
    “That’s more like it.” He takes my hand and squeezes it. “Besides I think I know what’s really bothering you about tomorrow.”
    “You do?” I ask, mildly amused. “I can’t wait to hear what it is since you’ve never been on a shoot with me.”
    “I think you’re nervous because I’m going to be there and I have all kinds of ways to distract you.” He winks playfully and lightly runs the tip of his index finger up my inner arm.
    I grin, charmed that he’s lightening the mood. “And you’re so hot,