My Best Friend's Brother(5)

By: Amy Brent




“Even at the risk of tanking your image?” he asked.


“What image? Look, all of this is going to blow over. We’re going to go these interviews, we’re going to tell the truth, we’re going to let our beautiful P.R. woman handle the bad press, and we’re going to keep making our product better than ever. Which reminds me, we need to look into the child abduction rates in this part of the country.”


“Why? Thinking about branching out into child protection?” he asked.


“It was just something Sarah brought up in the interview,” I said. “Have someone look into it.”


“Uh huh,” he said. “So, we’re on a first-name basis now?”


“Anyone who’s that hot in person is automatically on a first name basis,” I said, winking.


“And there it is,” Tony said.


“What? What did I do?”


“You left your information with her assistant, didn’t you?” he asked.


“So what if I did?”


“Dude. Mason. All right. That’s the first decent interview you’ve given in three weeks. She didn’t ask you about the lawsuits, right?”


“Nope. Not one peep about ‘em,” I said.


“Then don’t cock it up.”


“But cocking women up is so much fun,” I said, grinning.


“I’m sorry to interrupt, gentlemen. I was waiting for the two of you to finish up, so I wanted to bring an appetizer the chef’s trying out for the new summer menu. Enjoy,” the waiter said.


“Well, tell the chef I said thank you, and we’re ready to order. You ready to order?” I asked.


“Yes. I would like the six-ounce lunch steak, medium rare, with freshly steamed broccoli and the mushroom risotto,” Tony said.


“And I would like the filet mignon, rare, with the steamed broccoli as well and what the hell the chef’s macaroni and cheese. Haven’t had a decent one in quite a while.”


“The chef’s macaroni is excellent. I believe you will enjoy it,” the waiter said. “Would the two of you care for another glass of red wine?”


“I think I’ll just stick with water now, thank you,” I said.


“And I wouldn’t mind a sweet tea,” Tony said.


“Sweet tea? Really?”


“You gotta try it. It’s awesome,” he said.


“Coming right up,” the waiter said.


“So, anyway, back to cocking up women.”


“No. No, you maniac,” he said. “The dude in me is going ‘hell yeah. Get it, dude.’ But the professional in me is telling you to cool your pipes until we can restore your image a bit.”


“What if I’m not seen in public with her? How does that sound?”


“That’s what I’m trying to get you to do, Mason. Stop being seen in public with a new woman every damn day. Dick around all you want, but stop flaunting it until the media cools down,” he said.


“Fine, fine, fine.”


“That fake pregnancy scandal was only resolved, like, two weeks ago, man,” he said.


“I hear you. I get it. I’ll keep it out of the limelight for now,” I said.


“You’re not going to do a damn thing I say, are you?” he asked.


“I’m an adult, I can do what I want.”


“Said the overgrown man-child who can’t keep his dick in check.”


“I’m not going to ruin my image any further, I promise. And if it happens, we’re paying that PR woman a very nice salary to keep her on retainer. What’s the point if we don’t use her?”


A grin crossed my face as my thoughts flew back to those long, slender legs. Not really enough meat for me, but she’d been good for one little desperate romp.


“Don’t you even think about it,” Tony said. “Staff and people we employ are off limits.”


“That your way of saying you approve of Sarah and me, Daddy?” I asked mockingly.


“Eat your fucking food and shut up,” he said.


“Yes, Daddy,” I said, grinning.





Chapter 3


Sarah


I took a few pictures with Mason Baker that would eventually be used to promote his segment. The fans loved seeing this type of backstage stuff on my social media accounts, and anything I could do to cater to them, I would. I felt like we touched on a wide variety of topics that would help promote a product in the Dallas area I thought could do this part of the country some good, so I wanted people to watch.


I wanted people to be educated.


I went home and fell asleep with nothing more on my mind. A few images of Mason popped into my head but nothing substantial. I woke up that morning ready for my next interview and looking forward to my next talk show.

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