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“Really?” I ask confused. “And how?”

“You’re different from the others he would have… tasted. You’re a new flavor.”

“Weird.”

“How many top models are virgin-ish? How many are likely sweet? And with small town hearts?”

I say nothing.

“Exactly. None! And how? You’ll have to work it out, Storm. That’s your other ace card, girl. You’re a nerd. Nerd the hell out, and find the key! Hook him and play to your strengths.”

“But-”

Too late. Madison has gone, and likely to customers in her cafe.

I look down on Central Park and Manhattan, and my mind processes fast. Does she mean I should play up my naturally sweet and innocent…thing?

My crazy mind continues down that path, and I think about shopping for clothes. Clothes to help me if I try and snare Lorenzo.

I try to work out if I could ever get Lorenzo inside me.

We’re likely completely incompatible. He is cool, suave and perfect.

I, on the other hand, are sexually inexperienced, and I live in my head, when it’s not in books. I’m also shy, and I’m hardly cool.

I huff loud, as my devious mind processes. I pace while looking over New York City, and I mumble low, “Think curvy nerd…THINK!”

5

LORENZO

I contain my actions and movements over the next week, I plan and catch my breath. My legal team, and I talk to NY entertainment bankers, and we arrange meetings.

While working on business plans, and overseeing the movies in production, I work on myself.

I rebuild my depleted energy, strengthen my body, and my spirit. I also try not to get distracted with the visitor.

I have to contain the image of Raven naked, and her on the end of my cock unravelling. It is just hard.

I’m usually good at controlling my mind. I have to be. Running my entertainment empire is a combination of time management, stress management, risk management, and entertainment knowledge.

It requires me harnessing my time and experience, and swinging my focus from one problem to another.

As I read another screenplay in my office, a daily call comes in.

Emily, my PA updates me on various ups and downs regarding the three movies shooting, and she is concise. My VPsprovide more detailed reports, and in writing, but I always have multiple sources.

Finally, Emily moves on to other matters, and I stand and click my neck. Even if I don’t want to do it, I grunt, “Shoot.”

For the next full minute, my precise and conservative assistant asks if I’d care to attend various galas, dinner parties, and balls. As fucking if. I’m becoming more and more of a recluse, and I like it. I need time to focus, and I need time to work on myself.

I do, however, listen until she finally finishes. “No, and to everything.” Emily pauses. “Yes?” I ask, with a sigh.

“I’m just checking, but… ”

“What is it?”

“Edwina, Svetlana and Natasha all called this week. Anything for them?”