Page 79 of Marley
I was all about the rock star life for me!
My hand job of the night before did nothing to reduce the size of the hard on I woke up with the following morning. After giving myself another little tug in the shower, I got dressed and drove myself to my brother’s office.
Although Len was still our manager, he no longer worked for the record label. He’d successfully branched out as a manager and agent for other bands, singers, actors, and models. He was a shrewd businessman, and had also invested his, mine, and Maca’s money into executively producing a couple of films, and even the albums of a few up-and-coming bands. It basically meant that we financed the projects and shared in the profits of their success. So far, Len hadn’t let us down and we had made money on all of our investments.
Jimmie worked alongside Len and they had recently moved into new offices in Canary Wharf, not too far from where Maca and myself now lived.
Jim had called yesterday to check that I’d gotten Ashley home safe; to say that she was shocked that Ash was still at my place at seven Sunday night was an understatement, and I actually had to put her on the phone to Jim to prove it.
I tapped my fingers against my legs as I rode up in the lift to speak to my future sister-in-law and tried to think of a way of getting the info that I needed, without Jimmie jumping to conclusions.
The lift opened on the eighth floor and two secretarial looking types stepped in. I pulled the cap I was wearing down a little lower and pushed my sunglasses up my nose.
“Going up?” The redhead in the skin-tight skirt asked.
“Yep.” I replied.
“Would go down for him?” The brunette whispered, way too loudly to her friend as she pushed the button for the twelfth floor.
I couldn’t help but give a little smile, but my dick didn’t even open his slitty little eye.
A redhead and a brunette. Apparently, my dick was favouring blondes at that moment.
The girls stepped out at their floor, both of them looking over their shoulders at me as they did. The redhead even gave me a wink. I waved as the door closed, but that was just to maintain the image.
I opened the doors and stepped into my brother’s suite of offices. He’d done well, my big brother, and would probably end up richer than all of us. I couldn’t have been happier for him.
“Mr. Layton, I don’t think we were expecting you today.” Gina, the receptionist greeted me.
“Morning, Gina, it’s actually Jimmie I’m here to see, not Len. If she’s got a minute, that is.” I took my glasses off and gave her my very best smile.
“I’ll just check that Ms. Emmanuel is free.”
She put a call through to Jim’s office and her door flew open a few seconds later. Jim stepped out looking every inch the highflying executive assistant that she now was.
Jim had been a part of our management team for a lot of years, and always looked good in her business wear.
“Looking sharp Ms. Emmanuel, looking very sharp for a Monday morning.” I told her while leaning in to kiss her cheek.
She frowned as she looked me over.
“Mr. Layton, this is a pleasant surprise. I didn’t realise that you rock stars knew that this time of day even existed.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised at what us rock stars know.”
“Hmm, doubt that.” She said with a smile. “What are you after?”
“A quick word, if that’s all right?”
“Of course, come in. Len’s got someone with him, but he’ll be done in a bit.” She stated.
“Tell Len to come into my office when his eleven o’clock leaves, please, Gina. He’s got no one else due till after lunch.”
“Sure thing.” Gina replied.
I followed Jimmie into her office and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as she sat behind her desk and I sat opposite her.
“What you grinning at?” She asked, her brown eyes sparkling.
