Filthy Gorgeous by Jodi Knight Read Free Book Online

need to take a rain check here.
    My appendage should be harder than a Chinese algebra exam.
    But it isn’t. He’s not even flying at half-mast.
    Nothing. Nada. Zilch .
    That can only mean one thing: Kelly is not the right Friday girl for me. I examine her latest artwork and try to hide my disappointment. Over the past few months, her offerings have included everything from innocuous-looking happy faces and love hearts, to cutesy animals—I won’t bore you with the details.
    This morning she has well and truly upped her game. Take a look and see for yourself. You have to admit, that’s pretty impressive. Nothing screams I-want-to-fuck-you like a latte foam penis with a well-proportioned ball sack.
    And so to work.
    ***
    The Slade Group office is a stone’s throw away from Madison Avenue. We occupy the whole top two floors of our building. It’s a dominating edifice of glass and steel. The interior is chic; think industrial fittings, a kaleidoscope of color, and lots of natural daylight. The atrium-style architecture affords wide open spaces where employees meet to network and brainstorm.
    See that goldfish bowl up there? That’s my office. Like I said, my father did a real number on this place. There’s nowhere to hide. Let’s hope that two weeks of sunshine and a few Mai Tai’s on the Big Island will make him chill the fuck out.
    I go upstairs and find Raj hunched over his desk. He’s already on the phone. I had him come in early and call up each and every one of the press contacts that were on Parker’s hit-list. This kind of damage control requires a personalized approach, so we’ve invented some bullshit excuse about testing the effectiveness of an ad campaign we’re running. I hope they’ll buy it. Lucky for me, the hacks start early on a Monday morning.
    Luckier than I could ever imagine, as you’ll soon see.
    I hang up my jacket. “Raj, how’s my day looking?”
    He spins around in his chair. “Busy. You have lunch with Robert Dalvano. I’ve booked you a table at Tao. Then you’re meeting Mr. Stavronski at three.” He reads from his trusty clipboard. “Oh, before I forget, Isaac de Vries from House of Aubrey called. He wants you to pitch for their fall campaign tomorrow. He didn’t go into details, but he mentioned something about creative differences with Ingleby McKay.”
    I punch the air in delight.
    Fan-fucking-tastic.
    My father has been after this account for the best part of a decade. We narrowly lost out to our rivals a few years back, but it seems fate has intervened. If I can bring this home, then I can kiss goodbye to my father’s pathetic ultimatum for sure.
    Today is going to be an awesome day. Juliana Herrera, the sexagenarian CEO of House of Aubrey, has had a major lady boner for me ever since we met at the Prada spring show. I dance my way across the room to the espresso machine.
    Raj stands up. “Boss, you have fifteen responses from the Filthy Gorgeous campaign.”
    I roll my eyes. “It’s not a campaign, Raj. It’s a goddamn joke. Pull that ad—stat.”
    He huffs. “Are you sure? Sexygal69 says she has a great deal of experience with cock cages. She’s also a Russian ballet dancer and she’s here on tour with her company.”
    Raj holds up a photo of a stunning brunette dressed in nothing but a tutu and pink stilettos.
    Well, I’ll be damned. Tight legs, tight … everything .
    “Raj—you’ve convinced me. Book a table at Del Posto’s for eight. Tell her not to be late.”
    Don’t roll your eyes. I know I said that I don’t do one night stands, but I’ve always harbored a secret fascination for ballet dancers. Ask any guy—it’s a contortion thing.
    “Is that all, Raj?” I ask as I slap the side of the espresso machine.
    Raj shakes his head. “I spoke to a Miss Bryant from NY Style magazine. She received the e-mail from Parker and she’d like to interview you.”
    “I’m way too busy for this, Raj.”
    There’s a gurgling sound, and before I can blink,