Page 31 of Flawless Foundations

I look up at my computer to check a stat on my last hairstyle tutorial when my email catches my eye. I see that I have one from Levi.

I open it up and see that it's a meeting request.

Odd.

It's for Monday at ten in the morning. A smile tugs at my lips, surely he isn't scheduling a quickie. You know what, I wouldn't even be mad. We haven't seen much of each other this week; he's been so busy. If he wants to schedule a time to relieve some stress, I'm down.

I click accept. Before I get a chance to reply with a not safe for work comment, my phone rings. It's Levi, and he wants to FaceTime.

"Hey, handsome." I smile at him through the phone.

"Hey. I wanted to catch you before you replied to that request." He looks up past the phone, then back at me.

"You scheduling quickies now? I'm down." I bite my lip. Thinking of the fun we will have and the fact that it's been a couple days since I've had my hands on him, I'm getting horny. Is this what dudes feel like? If so, I get it now.

He chuckles. "Damn. Good thing I called. While I do like the idea of that, and I'm definitely going to take you up on that offer, this particular meeting is a legit business meeting. There were several others on that request."

I swallow a lump in my throat. "You mean me asking if I should just leave my panties at home would have been sent to more than just you?"

His nostrils flare, and his eyes go wide. "Fuck. Yes, members from both the marketing and web team would have known my preference."

"Which is..." I grin, giving him my flirtiest smile.

"Leave ‘em."

"Good to know." I wink. "But for real, what's going on? Is this about the resume I submitted—weeks ago I might add—for the research and development position?" I'm flooded with a mix of emotions at the thought. Excitement because I'd love to put my degree to work within the industry I adore, but also sadness. I'm just so damn excited about Glitz & Gloss right now.

"Nope, unfortunately, they filled that position," he says like it's not a big deal.

"Well, awesome," I mutter and pout.

"What I have for you is even better." His face lights up. "We've been looking at building our online platform for several months now, figuring out what that looks like. We have our main company website as well as product line sites, and we are on social media, but that's all we do."

Okay, makes sense.

He continues, "We want to become a go-to hub for all things beauty and we've figured out how to do that."

"How?" I'm excited and oh my gosh, do I get to be involved?

"We want to power Glitz & Gloss. We've looked at your content, your numbers are growing substantially each month. You're already leaps and bounds ahead of us if we were to start from scratch." He lets that hang for a moment.

I open my mouth, then close it. "What do you mean when you say you want to power it?"

"We want to sponsor it. We want to give you the funds and resources to grow the site on a larger scale." He looks at me with anticipation. But I'm not quite ready to show him my excitement.

"But I review products. That would mean I'd be reviewing your competitors." This is important.

He nods as if he was expecting this. "You still can. We want to be a go-to. When someone is looking for a product, or they need help figuring out a beauty issue, or they are looking for the best products of the month or the year, I want them to come to Glitz & Gloss."

I twist my lips together and study him. "Looks like you've thought of everything," I tell him.

"It's why I get paid the big bucks, baby." He chuckles.

I roll my eyes. "Why are you offering this to me?" I'm just a tiny bit skeptical that this might just be too good to be true.

"You mean, are you getting this job because you're my girlfriend?" he asks. I nod.

"I'll be honest. Kind of." My eyebrows knit together while I contemplate his response. He continues, "When I found out about your blog, I had the idea. We did our due diligence and researched a lot, I mean alotof other beauty sites. You may have already been on the top of the list due to our relationship, but you would have won out even if we had kept things as friends."

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