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desk, coughing violently as all semblance of color abandoned his face.
“Thirty percent?” he gasped out, clutching the edges of his desk in a near desperate gesture.
In what she hoped would be a lifesaving maneuver, Helena held up two frantic fingers and yelped, “Twenty percent? Is that more workable? And less out and out traumatizing to your senses?”
Straightening immediately behind his desk, Trey took a deep breath and immediately regained his composure.
“Twenty percent,” he repeat, tone smooth and cool. “That’s a workable figure. Now, let’s get back to these contracts.”
Throughout the next hour the couple completed work on Helena’s contracts and set up an editing and production schedule for her book.
“As much as I’d love to have you do the edits for Pride and Passion, Helena, it’s just not ethical or even wise to do so,” he told her. “We never allow authors to edit their own work—even a talented pen woman like yourself needs a fresh pair of eyes to check, double check and triple check your work.”
Helena nodded.
“That’s cool,” she allowed. “I’ve met most of the other editors that work in the office, and most of them are lovely people.”
Trey grinned.
“Indeed they are,” he nodded with pride. “And with that in mind, I plan to assign your preliminary edits to Irving Birnbaum, our senior editor.”
Helena gritted her teeth.
“Irving is a lovely person,” she allowed, adding under her breath, “When he takes his meds, that is. He failed to take his meds the other day, and he kept stealing into my office to look over my shoulder and double check my work. When he realized that I had failed to unite the words ‘paper clip’ into a single cohesive phrase, he grabbed up my Wonder Woman paper weight and threatened to bludgeon me to death with my own sentimental and very meaningful and empowering super heroine collectible.”
Trey gasped.
“Helena!” he exclaimed, adding as he made a broad gesture between them, “Why on earth didn’t you report this to me, the moment it happened?”
Helena shrugged.
“He took his meds right before lunch, went to Sal’s Bakery and brought me back a dozen fudge brownies—along with a three page letter of apology affixed with a paperclip,” she smirked.
Trey sighed.
“Well, for someone who just might be clinically insane,” he shook his head in what seemed to be a show of sheer disbelief, “Irving does have downright excellent editing skills. And I’ll make sure that he takes each and every one of his medications, and in the proper dosages, before beginning work on your book. And now onto a more cheerful subject,” he rushed on, seeming for some reason particularly eager to change the subject, “We also have to plan the design and production of your book cover.”
Helena grinned.
“Do you still want me on the cover?” she asked, adding as she reclined easily in her plush azure chair, “That is, if my agent at Wilhelmina can find time in my schedule, in all likelihood between the Vogue cover shoot and the tasteful but very sexy Playboy centerfold shoot.” She paused here, adding more seriously, “I’d very much like to wear a blue satin dress on the cover, Trey. The kind of dress that I dreamed of wearing that night I fell asleep in my office and dreamed of you—and us. And I’d like even more for you to join me on the cover, in the role of my leading man.”
Trey shook his head.
“Helena, dear, if you ever want me between your covers—well my darling that is one wish I would very much love to grant,” he lowered his tone to a sultry purr. “I’m afraid, though, that I have to say no to the concept of being on your cover. I’m afraid if they put my photo on the cover, the book
“Thirty percent?” he gasped out, clutching the edges of his desk in a near desperate gesture.
In what she hoped would be a lifesaving maneuver, Helena held up two frantic fingers and yelped, “Twenty percent? Is that more workable? And less out and out traumatizing to your senses?”
Straightening immediately behind his desk, Trey took a deep breath and immediately regained his composure.
“Twenty percent,” he repeat, tone smooth and cool. “That’s a workable figure. Now, let’s get back to these contracts.”
Throughout the next hour the couple completed work on Helena’s contracts and set up an editing and production schedule for her book.
“As much as I’d love to have you do the edits for Pride and Passion, Helena, it’s just not ethical or even wise to do so,” he told her. “We never allow authors to edit their own work—even a talented pen woman like yourself needs a fresh pair of eyes to check, double check and triple check your work.”
Helena nodded.
“That’s cool,” she allowed. “I’ve met most of the other editors that work in the office, and most of them are lovely people.”
Trey grinned.
“Indeed they are,” he nodded with pride. “And with that in mind, I plan to assign your preliminary edits to Irving Birnbaum, our senior editor.”
Helena gritted her teeth.
“Irving is a lovely person,” she allowed, adding under her breath, “When he takes his meds, that is. He failed to take his meds the other day, and he kept stealing into my office to look over my shoulder and double check my work. When he realized that I had failed to unite the words ‘paper clip’ into a single cohesive phrase, he grabbed up my Wonder Woman paper weight and threatened to bludgeon me to death with my own sentimental and very meaningful and empowering super heroine collectible.”
Trey gasped.
“Helena!” he exclaimed, adding as he made a broad gesture between them, “Why on earth didn’t you report this to me, the moment it happened?”
Helena shrugged.
“He took his meds right before lunch, went to Sal’s Bakery and brought me back a dozen fudge brownies—along with a three page letter of apology affixed with a paperclip,” she smirked.
Trey sighed.
“Well, for someone who just might be clinically insane,” he shook his head in what seemed to be a show of sheer disbelief, “Irving does have downright excellent editing skills. And I’ll make sure that he takes each and every one of his medications, and in the proper dosages, before beginning work on your book. And now onto a more cheerful subject,” he rushed on, seeming for some reason particularly eager to change the subject, “We also have to plan the design and production of your book cover.”
Helena grinned.
“Do you still want me on the cover?” she asked, adding as she reclined easily in her plush azure chair, “That is, if my agent at Wilhelmina can find time in my schedule, in all likelihood between the Vogue cover shoot and the tasteful but very sexy Playboy centerfold shoot.” She paused here, adding more seriously, “I’d very much like to wear a blue satin dress on the cover, Trey. The kind of dress that I dreamed of wearing that night I fell asleep in my office and dreamed of you—and us. And I’d like even more for you to join me on the cover, in the role of my leading man.”
Trey shook his head.
“Helena, dear, if you ever want me between your covers—well my darling that is one wish I would very much love to grant,” he lowered his tone to a sultry purr. “I’m afraid, though, that I have to say no to the concept of being on your cover. I’m afraid if they put my photo on the cover, the book
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