All That He Loves (Volume 2 The Billionaires Seduction) by Olivia Thorne Read Free Book Online Page A

There’s a billionaire with his pants down, blackmail’s involved, and there will be lots and lots of pictures of boobies, which I know is right up your alley.”
    “What? I don’t care if you already have the guests booked, you’re going to rue the day if you pass this up. My next call is to Leno’s show. Who? I don’t care if it’s the President of the United States, you bump him, because Leno’s sure as hell going to.”
    “Mia, my next call is to Letterman’s show. I don’t care if it’s the President of the United States – ”
    “Raoul, my next call is to Fallon’s show – ”
    “Parvati, my next call is to Kimmel’s show – ”
    “DeShawn, my next call is to Conan’s show – ”
    “Carson Daly? For God’s sake, Abdul, I have standards.”
    “Of course I want him on with Ellen – it’s Ellen .”
    “Well, if Oprah hadn’t quit her show and started her own network, I would have given you my right arm. As it is, you only get the right pinky. Alright, I’ll throw in the ring finger. Ohhh, don’t push it, mister, or I’ll give you the middle finger, too.”
    “Yes, I don’t care if Roger Ailes thinks Connor’s a young George Soros, he’s a billionaire, and we all know how much Fox sucks up to the rich. Plus, you’re going to be talking about the scandal anyway, I really don’t think you want Wolf Blitzer eating your lunch. Hell, put him on Shep Smith’s show, I like Shep. Yes, I’m pretty sure he’d like me, too. Hannity?! FUCK Hannity.”
    “Tell Wolf there’s already a rumor that Shep Smith over at Fox is looking for the interview. If he doesn’t want Shep eating his lunch, I need your word, now. ”
    “I’m calling Brian Williams’s people next.”
    “I’m calling Diane Sawyers’s people next.”
    “I’m calling Katie Kouric’s people next.”
    “What? An exclusive? Well… I can’t promise you that… but if the head of your network finds out you had this chance and blew it, you’ll be sucking up to me for a job in 48 hours. And I don’t mean the CBS show.”
    “Darling, trust me. Tomorrow you can either have a bite of the biggest sex scandal in the last ten years… or you can look like a little bitch who got caught with his pants down. Your choice.”
    “Book the appearance or start prepping your résumé. No, that’s not a threat, it’s a well-intentioned piece of advice.”
    “When have I ever lied to you?… Well, about anything important? … Oh please, that was six months ago, that doesn’t count.”
    “Jim? I’m calling in that favor you owe me.”
    “Vanita? I’m calling in that favor you owe me.”
    “Xiang? I’m calling in that favor you owe me. What favor? The favor you owe me for calling you about this.”

15
    While Sebastian worked, we ate. Johnny demanded it – and I was actually starved. I hadn’t had anything since my lunch out, and the emotional toll of the day had drained me. I was looking for some comfort food. So we got room service to deliver steaks, amazing vegetables, and an assortment of desserts. Connor, Johnny, and I ate, while Sebastian picked off his plate as he paced and barked into his phones.
    After an exhausting hour – exhausting for us just to watch; Sebastian, however, looked flushed and energized – the Master of the Hard Sell put down his phones for a minute to brief Connor.
    “Alright, we’re screwed as far as New York goes. If we got on the Gulfstream in an hour, we’d still have a five-hour flight back home, plus we’d lose three hours due to time zones, so it’s going to have to be LA. I figure we head back to New York tomorrow night and do clean-up with Letterman and the View on Thursday. I have you on Good Morning America first thing – they’re going to patch you in by satellite, you’ve got to be ready by 4:30 A.M. Then the same for Fox and Friends – don’t give me that look, I tried to get Shep Smith. Then we’ll do some New York affiliates, and then we’ll start with the early morning LA