Impossible Glamour by Maggie Marr Page B

drinks, a little conversation. Testing you out to see if you can fulfill your partnership duties.”
    There were no secrets in Hollywood, and definitely not in an agency. “Dude, it’s drinks, not a schlong-fest. We’re talking business. Rhett Legend business,” I added. “The best kind.” I took a long, slow sip of my pinot noir. The wine wasn’t going down easy tonight.
    “Right,” Joel said and tilted his beer bottle toward me. “You enjoy that talk .” He winked. “Ride ’em, cowboy. Get ready to be that lady’s bitch for the rest of the week.”
    I smiled but wanted to shove the open bottle of wine up his ass. Agents were assholes. Cowboy? Selena’s bitch? Who talked like that? And why? Wow—well, I guess I did most the time, but none of those words seemed funny tonight, nor was the idea of spending tomorrow night with Selena, especially not with Ellen at the same resort.
    Ellen?
    What the hell? Like Ellen being around had any bearing on my actions. Ellen was off-limits. The prudent thing would be to bang Selena, guarantee her yes vote for my partnership, and get this wacka-doo desire for Ellen out of my system. If Steve wasn’t considering leaving me as an agent now, he definitely would be if he caught me making love to his daughter.
    Making love?
    Where was this shit coming from? I’d never “ made love ” in my life. I hit it and quit it. Wham bam, thank you, ma’am. Banged it. Tapped that ass. Fucked. Had sex. But made love ? Come on. Never. I wasn’t in a romance novel, and I wasn’t some Fabio look-alike ready to hook up for life. No, my life was all James Bond or maybe Jason Bourne. I was an agent. I was a rogue. I was…the Webzie.
    Even I wasn’t pulling that shit off in my own head.
    But seriously, I’d kissed Ellen two times and was thinking about making love plus considering the impact my decision to sleep with Selena might have on Ellen ? I needed to pull my shit together because there would be no “making love” with Ellen Legend. There would be me acting professional around Ellen Legend or maybe even me avoiding Ellen Legend, but there would be no repeat performance of my and Ellen’s little rendezvous after Choo and Jackson’s wedding.
    Joel nodded toward the door. “Webz, maybe you can get in some extra time.”
    Selena walked into the restaurant with her urban department entourage. There was no denying it, she was one smokin’ hot chica. Long, lush black hair, full lips kept a permanent red, big brown eyes that were a dark chocolate, curves that went for days. As hot as Selena was, and she was scorching, she just didn’t do it for me.
    Nope. Big Boy had no reaction to the lovely Latina walking straight for us. Hiding wasn’t an option. I’d never hear the end of it from Joel and Matt. Nope. I needed to sit here and take this one like a man. Selena and the four agents with her followed the hostess toward their table. She paused beside me.
    “Gentlemen.” Her gaze caressed each of us in turn but lingered on me the way a lioness watches a gazelle.
    Selena was beautiful, smart, and powerful. I was damn sure she’d make a man—some man, any man—very, very happy one day, but she scared the fuck out of me. Maybe her intensity was too much, maybe the way she took what she wanted. I liked a strong woman; I was a true feminist. Power to the ladies. Equal pay, all the way! But damn, this woman really made me squirm.
    “Webber.” She tilted her head, and those dark brown eyes, that gaze, locked onto me. “I hear we’re on for tomorrow night.”
    “Yes.” My voice cracked like a prepubescent teenager; my voice actually split a decibel in two. I cleared my throat.
    “I’m really looking forward to it.” Her finger stroked the back of my hand.
    “Me too,” I lied. Big Boy didn’t respond to her touch. He actually cowered in fear. Damn. If Selena was expecting to cowboy-up tomorrow night, I wasn’t sure I could provide. I didn’t want to, but I would take one for the