sooner than later.
“They didn’t call you because the negotiation was underway. Trust me,” he looks off. “Judging by their rights offer, they were plenty interested.”
“So what happened?” Ellie asks confused.
“They dug their heels in, but in the end, as always, I won. They agreed and the negotiations came to an end.”
The negotiations?
Jake puts his glass down on the table and reaches over to Ellie. He takes the glass from her hand and sets it down as well. “I bought the rights to your story, Ell… You're coming over to The Review.”
Ellie’s mouth drops open. Her hand moves to her chest as she draws in a deep breath. “Are you kidding me?”
Jake’s cheeks rise. A broad smile stretches across his pink lips.
As charmed and overwhelmed as she is, in the back of her mind something gives Ellie caution— could he do that without her permission? “But,” she begins.
“But what?” His brows rise in surprise. “There are no ‘buts’. This is fantastic news, isn’t it? I've been dying to get back to tell you.”
“I just… I know I'm new to this, but don't I have to agree to that first, and actually hear the offer from them, or you, or whoever, before it’s just a done deal?”
“They’ll be contacting you for an acknowledgment signature. When you signed with them, you gave them the rights to your story. They did manage to negotiate, or perhaps it’s better phrased that I allowed , a small author payout. Because they run a straight business… they believe in author’s rights. You’ll have to sign something for your share of the deal, but I don’t think you’re going to be disappointed…” Jake laughs. “It’ll cover your rent for a few more months.”
“Why would they make a payout if they’re selling the rights?” Ellie asks.
“Because of the size of the deal. They’re after growth. Put another way, they want you to go away happy with them, in case your career brings you back around to them in the future. So they give you a cut. Other authors will hear about that and bottom line, it will help the publisher attract better authors. A lot of publishers don’t act that way, but more should. Without the authors, they wouldn’t be publishing. Sometimes I think my industry counterparts have forgotten that.”
“Good point. So they’re after growth…” Ellie locks eyes with him. “What about you? What are you after?”
Jake picks up her glass and hands it to her, then picks up his own. He raises it to her as a mischievous grin spread across his face. “I’m about to have everything I need.”
***
Ellie opens her mouth— an effort to thank him again for bringing her over to The Review — but his soft lips are on hers hard and fast. So fast, she must break from him for her next breath.
His hands slide down the sides of her shirt, then slip inside, and up, until it’s loose over her head. His eyes darken with desire, ready to devour every inch of her. “Your body’s as beautiful as I imagined.”
Ellie’s breathing quickens. “What did you imagine?”
“Perfection,” Jake says as he smothers her breasts with soft, supple kisses.
He pulls her stiff nipple gently with his lips for a moment, then seizes it between his teeth with a force she doesn’t expect. The rush of stinging pain shocks her body, then eases into a pleasure she didn’t know could feel so good. “God, that does things to me.”
“I want you to have it all, every experience…” Jake says as he moves lower, hovering over the soft, bare flesh of her stomach with his warm breath.
She tangles her fingers in his hair, wild sensations permeating every inch of her core, pleading for him to go lower and lower until he’s face to face with the button on her jeans.
He rips it loose without hesitation— intense hunger guiding every movement— and pulls her zipper down with equal voracity. His eyes
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