Seduced by the Playboy. Pamela Yaye

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      “Call me Demetri. And good luck with the new job.”

      Smiling from ear to ear, she dashed back through the dining area and into the open kitchen.

      “Don’t forget the rolls!” Todd hollered, cupping his hands around his mouth. “And hurry up, tootsie! We don’t have all day.”

      “Relax, man. She’s new.”

      “Finish telling us about what happened at the station,” Lloyd demanded, leaning forward in his seat. “I hope you kept your cool, because the last thing you need is any more bad press.”

      “Oh, I was as cool as an alley cat. Can’t say the same for Ms. Kelly, though.”

      Nichola glanced up from her salad bowl. “You let her ream you out?”

      “I let her rant and rave for a few minutes, and then I said my piece.”

      Todd gulped. “It sounds like your conversation was anything but peaceful.”

      “You can say that again,” Lloyd mumbled, shaking his head.

      Demetri finished chewing the food in his mouth and then continued. “I told Ms. Kelly if she didn’t go on the air and apologize, I was going to sue her.”

      “You know that would be a waste of time and money, right? Not to mention—”

      “Todd, I don’t care,” Demetri snapped, using a napkin to clean the sauce off his sticky fingers. “I’m sick of the media taking cheap shots at me and my family. If I don’t take a stand now, the abuse will never end.”

      Nichola agreed. “I’m with you, Demetri. I think you should sue Angela Kelly. She’s a bully, and you’re not the only celebrity she’s bad-mouthed on her show.”

      Demetri shot his publicist a grateful smile. He could always count on Nichola to go to bat for him. She went above and beyond her job description, made sure his day-to-day life ran smoothly. She kept the gold diggers—in his family and on the streets—at bay during the regular season so he could concentrate on his game. Nichola was more than just his publicist; she was a real, true friend.

      “Once we finish up here, I’ll give the station a call and see what they’re willing to do.”

      “Don’t bother, Lloyd. I met with the producer of Ms. Kelly’s show, and she invited me to come on and do a live one-hour interview—”

      “That’s great!” Lloyd cheered, pumping his fist in the air. “You can set the record straight about all those crazy rumors floating around on the internet and plug your sponsors.”

      “And your charity work,” Todd added. “That will get you the sympathy vote.”

      “I’m not doing the interview.”

      “What?” Lloyd made his eyes wide. “Why not?”

      Nichola jumped in. “Because Angela Kelly’s a vulture! She looks all nice and sweet, but she’s cutthroat. Last week, she interviewed the pregnant girl on NFL Wives, and by the time the interview was done, the chick was in tears!”

      “Yeah, probably because she felt guilty for screwing her sister’s husband.” Lloyd made a disgusted face. “I represent her ex, so I know the scoop. Trust me, she’s no wallflower, and those tears weren’t real. That woman was just playing it up for the cameras.”

      “Back to the matter at hand,” Todd said, stealing a glance at his gold Rolex watch. “Demetri, please reconsider doing the interview. Angela Kelly isn’t going to double-cross you. And just to make sure she doesn’t try to pull a fast one on us, I’ll be on set watch—”

      Demetri cut his agent off midword. “Still not interested. Drop it.”

      Todd held his hands up high in the air like an unarmed man surrendering to the police. “All right, all right, you’re the boss. I won’t mention it again.”

      “Good.” Demetri leaned back in the booth and calmly addressed Nichola. “I want you to call Salem Velasquez at WJN-TV and politely decline her offer.”

      Nichola gave a thumbs-up sign. “I’ll call her when I get back to the office.”

      The food arrived, and their discussion came to an abrupt halt.

      Picking up his utensils, Demetri bowed his head and said a quick word of grace. He was starving, but he ate his food slowly, savoring each tasty bite. The conversation turned to his weekly agenda, his newest sponsorship deals and the upcoming Caribbean cruise he was planning for eighty-five of his family members and friends. He traveled with his family every year, and every year, the trip caused Demetri enormous stress. Thankfully, Nichola was overseeing all of the pertinent details of the three-week vacation in August and keeping his most unruly relatives in line.

      “There are a few things I need to run by you.” Nichola set aside her salad bowl and retrieved her iPad from her designer purse. “As you know, the Demetri Morretti Foundation is having a Fourth of July extravaganza this summer, but so far I’ve only heard back from a handful of celebrities. You’re going to have to call some of your superstar friends and extend a personal invitation.”

      “Nichola, why can’t you do it?”

      “Because I’m not the slugger with the golden arm. You are!”

      Everyone chuckled.

      “We’re doing it real big this year,” Nichola declared. “We’re having magicians, flamethrowers, a dunk tank and even circus performers. To keep everything on track, I booked celebrity event planner Claudia Jeffries-Medina. And award-winning photographer Kenyon Blake will be on hand to capture every heartfelt moment.”

      “It sounds like the Demetri Morretti Foundation is throwing one hell of a party!” Todd said with a grin.

      “The more press we get to cover the event the better.” Nichola rested a hand on Demetri’s forearm. “I’m going to need you to be nice to the media from here on out. No more arguments with Angela Kelly or anyone else who rubs you the wrong way.”

      I’d let that sexy newscaster rub me the right way all night long. Demetri shook his head in an attempt to remove the insane thought from his mind. Angela Kelly was the enemy, a woman who took great pride in humiliating him, and he wasn’t even remotely interested in her.

      Then why are you thinking about all the wicked things you’d like to do to her in bed? his inner voice jeered.

      “Demetri, if you want this event to be a success, you’ll have to be that fun, personable guy we all know and love.”

      “It’s hard to be in a jovial mood when perfect strangers are snapping pictures of me in the bathroom and the paparazzi is trailing me around town.”

      Nichola wore a sympathetic smile. “Just remember this event is for a good cause. Last year, we raised over a half a million dollars for the foundation, and this year I’m hoping to triple that number.”

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