Page 136 of Falling Into Forever
He grins. I frown. It seems to be a pattern with us.
“What?” I demand.
“You’re stuck with me for life, you know that, right?” His smile almost touches his ears.
“Yes,” I say, dragging out the word with suspicion.
“And we’re a team, right?”
I nod while my mind races to figure out where he’s going with this.
“Well, I’ve been doing some research on indie authors.”
“And? Can you spit it out before I have to change my shirt? My armpits are sweating again, and it’s your fault.”
Dante chuckles but points to a file on the table, and I can’t help it. I fan myself, then grab the file.
Each paper has information on various authors and their businesses.
“What’s this?”
“Well, Saylor, it seems all the highly successful indie authors have a team behind them. Usually, a spouse who runs the business while the other writes the words.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“You write the words.”
“Yes,” I say with an overly dramatic eye roll.
“Well, the other stuff I can do. The ads. The marketing. None of it is too different from what I did at AI, there are simply nuances I need to learn. Instead of having celebrities as clients, I’ll alter my business plan for authors.”
My throat is itchy, and my heart is beating too quickly. This might be excitement, but my mind hasn’t caught up yet.
“You want to be a publisher?”
His entire face lights up.
“We’ll start with you and go from there. I have a few clients who want to stay with me even if I’m in Connecticut, so that’ll give us some income while we build your empire.”
I study his face. He wants this for me. For us. And it makes me love him so much more.
“There’s only one problem with that,” I say snootily so I can watch him frown.
“What’s that?”
“It’s our empire we’re building. Not mine.”
I swear I’ve never seen a face beam more brightly than his.
“Our empire. Our future. Together. That’s a plan I can get on board with, Sayls. Now get over here and kiss me like you mean it.”
I twist on the couch and reach for his sweatpants. “Like I mean it?” I ask as I palm his thickening erection.
“Saylor,” he growls through clenched teeth. “That’s not…”
I rub my palm up and down his length. “Kiss you like I mean it, huh?”
“You sexy little minx,” he hisses when I squeeze him hard.
