Free Turning It on (Red Hot Russians) by Elizabeth Harmon

She sat up, and stared at him. “You mean that
old
guy? He was like seventy, and she was nineteen?”
    “Twenty.”
    “That’s disgusting! I can’t believe you chose someone like that!”
    “Hey, she’s a widow. Have some compassion. A month shooting
Last Fling
might be just what she needs. Plus she’s hot. And her last name is Glass.”
    “So?”
    He chuckled and pulled Hannah close again. When he nuzzled her neck, it sparked a delicious little tickle. “So, she’s obviously Jewish. Think how happy it would make my mother.”
    “Please! It’s not like you’re going to marry her!”
    “But it’s
so
important when you have
children
!”
    Jack’s shrill voice was meant to suggest Marcy, and Hannah shifted uncomfortably, thinking of her conversation with the moms in the kitchen. Best not to mention it. Jack was under enough pressure to please his family without knowing that they were picking out names for the grandchildren. She traced her finger over his chest. “So who else do you have?”
    “I told you, no one interesting. Besides, you made fun of Cristal Glass, so I’m not opening myself to further ridicule.” He captured her lips in a long slow kiss that tasted more like Saturday night than Sunday. His big hand cupped one breast and brushed her nipple through her cotton T-shirt. “Anyway, I can think of something much better to do.”
    “Can you?” Her voice was husky with desire. She put her tablet aside and ran her fingers through his wavy blond hair. Who needed a last fling, when everything she wanted was right here?

Chapter Five
    “Who the
fuck
is that, and why is she wearing combat boots?” In the offices of Renegade Productions, Cody deWylde sneered at the screen in disgust.
    Eric glanced at his host and executive producer, whose face was still slightly puffy from his latest cosmetic procedure. “Uhh...that would be Hannah Levinson. She’s one-half of Jack and Hannah, our New York couple.”
    “You only answered one of my questions.”
    “The boots? That’s just how she dresses. She’s kind of bohemian.”
    Cody snorted. “Bohemian? As in hairy legs and armpits?”
    “I don’t know,” Eric snapped. “I don’t pay attention to her legs or her armpits.”
    “She looks fat.”
    “She’s not fat. She’s just big. In a good way,” he added, quickly.
    “It’s only good if she likes to show it off. My guess would be no.”
    “Your guess would be right,” Eric said, defeated.
    “Jesus Christ. And she’s engaged to the frat boy?” Cody shook his head. “You’re not just pullin’ my dick, are you, bro?”
    Eric shuddered at the mere suggestion. “No. She and Jack are a couple. You liked his clips, remember?”
    “Yeah, yeah. Him we can work with. Good-looking, all-American boy-type. Lawyer. And he sings, too?”
    “That’s right.”
    “Beautiful.” Cody made notes on a pad of paper. “But her? I don’t see them together. No one else will either.”
    “But they
are
together.”
    “For now.” Cody’s devious smile was a reminder there was no low this guy wouldn’t stoop to. He’d once been a figure skater but had nuked his career, and his female partner’s, by having kinky sex with a judge. The first time Eric met him, Cody referred fondly to the incident as his appointment with destiny. That should have been Eric’s first signal to run. A nervous quiver fluttered in Eric’s stomach. One of deWylde’s conditions for backing the show was that he would not only host, but also become the executive producer. Eric had assumed it was a vanity title, but now was he starting to see how much control he’d relinquished. “What are you getting at?”
    “What I’m getting at is that she doesn’t fit the storyline. Frat Boy and Bohemian Girl With Hairy Legs don’t belong together. There are better options for him.”
    “In terms of the story? Or real life?”
    Cody shrugged. “What’s the difference? He wanted to come on the show, she didn’t. I’d say she feels