so,
sometimes even longer if Nicky didn’t have an early engagement. They’d never
gotten to know a third this way, becoming his friend first, but even as hard as
it made Nicky, and as wet as it made her, she was enjoying the process. Especially since Nicky tosses me to the bed
and fucks my brains out after every conversation.
“Excuse me, are you Stephanie McKeown?”
The voice came from her left, and drew
Steph out of her thoughts. No one, other than the staff at the conference hall,
knew her full name. Turning to face the woman, she pasted a pleasant smile on
her face as she took in the petite little blonde dressed in casual summer
weight dress. “Yes, I’m Stephanie.”
“Good, then you’ve been served.” She handed
Stephanie an envelope, before disappearing back into the crowd.
How weird. It wasn’t the first time she’d
ever been served, but since she’d gone private to be Nicky’s full time guard,
it had been rare. Tucking the envelope into the over-sized pocket on her
blazer, she returned to the signing table, setting one of the bottles at
Nicky’s elbow before resuming her position behind him, scanning the crowd to
keep an eye out for threats. Not that she expected any, but past experience had
taught her normal women could turn into lust-stricken harlots when confronted
with their favorite erotic romance author - especially if said author happened
to be male. More than once she’d had to rescue Nicky or part of his person from
some fan who just had to have a souvenir.
A
few minutes later, the production assistant for the conference stepped out of
the crowd and approached her. As Elizebetta stopped next to her, Steph smiled
at the spunky brunette. They’d worked more than one conference together and the
woman’s no nonsense approach appealed to Steph’s own ‘no fuss, no muss’
approach to security.
“Elizebetta. Staying out of trouble?” She
kept her voice low as the woman joined her.
The brunette chuckled and raised an
eyebrow. “Trouble? Hell, I swear it follows me around.” Elizebetta pulled a
piece of paper off her clipboard and handed it to Steph. “Here’s your itinerary
for tonight. I had to juggle a few of the other authors coming on before
Nicholaus.”
“Thanks.” She accepted the paper. Last
minute changes at these things were the norm. “I’ll be sure to let Nicky know.”
She glanced down at the schedule and was happy to see the new schedule gave
them a longer break before the final night’s dinner. Time enough to call Zeb if
they choose and not be rushed to dress for the banquet awards.
“Speaking of him, he looks like he’s got
another great turn out. I swear these women eat him up each time he makes an
appearance. I could be mistaken, but there’s more here tonight than last time.”
“Probably because they’re all hoping they
can play Sonja to his Thane.” Steph replied naming off the main characters of His Reluctant Desire.
“They can keep dreaming, because last time
I checked - he was taken.”
A sound of longing escaped the other woman.
“Ah but it still doesn’t keep them from hoping.” Elizebetta laid a hand on
Steph’s sleeve. “I honestly don’t know how he does it. Each book seems to get
better than the last. I read Thane and Sonja’s story in one sitting. I couldn’t
put it down.”
Steph chuckled. It wasn’t the first time
she’d heard such gushing over Nicky’s work. Not that she normally read his
stuff - other than the kinky, hot sex scenes. Those she used for inspiration.
But the rest of the book? Uh-un-no way was she touching any other part of his
writing. She loved him to death, but she left well enough alone. She wasn’t
going to interfere with Nicky’s creative process. The one and only time he’d
bounced ideas off her, it’d ended up with her having a warm bottom and Nicky a
serious case of writer’s block. Nope, it was just better that she be his silent
muse.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. He does have a
way with
sometimes even longer if Nicky didn’t have an early engagement. They’d never
gotten to know a third this way, becoming his friend first, but even as hard as
it made Nicky, and as wet as it made her, she was enjoying the process. Especially since Nicky tosses me to the bed
and fucks my brains out after every conversation.
“Excuse me, are you Stephanie McKeown?”
The voice came from her left, and drew
Steph out of her thoughts. No one, other than the staff at the conference hall,
knew her full name. Turning to face the woman, she pasted a pleasant smile on
her face as she took in the petite little blonde dressed in casual summer
weight dress. “Yes, I’m Stephanie.”
“Good, then you’ve been served.” She handed
Stephanie an envelope, before disappearing back into the crowd.
How weird. It wasn’t the first time she’d
ever been served, but since she’d gone private to be Nicky’s full time guard,
it had been rare. Tucking the envelope into the over-sized pocket on her
blazer, she returned to the signing table, setting one of the bottles at
Nicky’s elbow before resuming her position behind him, scanning the crowd to
keep an eye out for threats. Not that she expected any, but past experience had
taught her normal women could turn into lust-stricken harlots when confronted
with their favorite erotic romance author - especially if said author happened
to be male. More than once she’d had to rescue Nicky or part of his person from
some fan who just had to have a souvenir.
A
few minutes later, the production assistant for the conference stepped out of
the crowd and approached her. As Elizebetta stopped next to her, Steph smiled
at the spunky brunette. They’d worked more than one conference together and the
woman’s no nonsense approach appealed to Steph’s own ‘no fuss, no muss’
approach to security.
“Elizebetta. Staying out of trouble?” She
kept her voice low as the woman joined her.
The brunette chuckled and raised an
eyebrow. “Trouble? Hell, I swear it follows me around.” Elizebetta pulled a
piece of paper off her clipboard and handed it to Steph. “Here’s your itinerary
for tonight. I had to juggle a few of the other authors coming on before
Nicholaus.”
“Thanks.” She accepted the paper. Last
minute changes at these things were the norm. “I’ll be sure to let Nicky know.”
She glanced down at the schedule and was happy to see the new schedule gave
them a longer break before the final night’s dinner. Time enough to call Zeb if
they choose and not be rushed to dress for the banquet awards.
“Speaking of him, he looks like he’s got
another great turn out. I swear these women eat him up each time he makes an
appearance. I could be mistaken, but there’s more here tonight than last time.”
“Probably because they’re all hoping they
can play Sonja to his Thane.” Steph replied naming off the main characters of His Reluctant Desire.
“They can keep dreaming, because last time
I checked - he was taken.”
A sound of longing escaped the other woman.
“Ah but it still doesn’t keep them from hoping.” Elizebetta laid a hand on
Steph’s sleeve. “I honestly don’t know how he does it. Each book seems to get
better than the last. I read Thane and Sonja’s story in one sitting. I couldn’t
put it down.”
Steph chuckled. It wasn’t the first time
she’d heard such gushing over Nicky’s work. Not that she normally read his
stuff - other than the kinky, hot sex scenes. Those she used for inspiration.
But the rest of the book? Uh-un-no way was she touching any other part of his
writing. She loved him to death, but she left well enough alone. She wasn’t
going to interfere with Nicky’s creative process. The one and only time he’d
bounced ideas off her, it’d ended up with her having a warm bottom and Nicky a
serious case of writer’s block. Nope, it was just better that she be his silent
muse.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. He does have a
way with
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