I smile, loving how passionate she is but realizing how hungover as fuck I truly am.
"Yeah well fill me in on last night because apparently my parents are coming over and my dad sounds pissed."
I run my hand down my face, slowly sitting up in bed and waiting for the dizziness to subside.
"Ummm, you kind of—"
A knock on the door breaks Jenna's words and slowly and painfully, I throw my legs over the side of my bed, getting to my feet.
"Enzo!"
I look down at my phone and curse, realizing I forgot about it when getting to my feet, giving Jenna a front row seat to my morning wood.
"Fuck, my bad. Apparently, I didn't wear pants to bed last night."
"I cannot unsee that!"
"Oh Watson, don't pretend like you want to."
I smile, giving her a wink and end the video call as I stumble to the bathroom, taking care of business and putting shorts and a t-shirt on.
I open the door to my father's angry stare and my ma’s amused one, rocking the blue hair. Phew. At least I got one of them on my side.
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" I ask with my most charming smile.
"Getting shitfaced on a live social media video and telling the whole world about your mothers...piercings?"
"Graham Cracker, relax. I thought we talked about this on the ride over."
My father closes his eyes and takes a calming breath as my ma rubs his back.
"We did, we did. Okay, Lorenzo. If you are going to do this, you need to be professional about this, okay?"
"Understood, sorry. If it makes you feel any better, the girl, Jenna, has a bunch of agents after her and I have a ton of missed calls and messages. She said they want us to write the book together. Could be my big break."
My ma's face lights up and she runs over, wrapping me in a tight hug and I laugh, swallowing down the nausea as she squeezes my stomach.
"I'm so proud of you baby. I thought the two of you were hilarious together. That chemistry cannot be faked."
"Easy. Just a business venture, that's all."
She shrugs, patting my cheek.
"Sure, sure. I agree with her though, give your heroine a tongue ring."
She winks and I groan as she walks back over to my father.
"Disturbing," I whisper.
"Well, we're proud of you, son. See this through and I know you can look over your own contract but if you need another pair of eyes, send it my way."
My father pats me on the back and I nod as they walk to the door of my apartment.
"Love you, baby. Keep us updated." My ma kisses me on the cheek and I shake my father's hand as they leave.
I press my back against the door, smiling to myself as I think about working with Jenna. Making both of our dreams come true...together.
Chapter 1
Jenna
Six months later…
“How was the date?” Lorenzo asks through the phone as I put my key into my front door and open it.
“Fuckin’ miserable,” I groan. “Totally goin’ into one of our books. The first words outta his mouth were, ‘you have much bigger tits in real life'. Can you believe that shit?”
Lorenzo laughs and my irritation starts to disappear, just like it always does when I talk to him. I start laughing too as I put my keys on my foyer table and untangle my hair from my bun on the top of my head.
“Well I can’t comment on the matter since I’ve never seen them in real life, but they look like a handful over video chat.”
I roll my eyes, hearing the beep from my phone and shake my head as I agree to the video call.
“If you wanted a glimpse, Mr. Morgan all you had to do was ask,” I laugh.
“Don’t call me that. Sounds like you’re talking about my dad and that’s just downright disgusting.”
“Impossible. Your dad’s head is so far up your mama's ass he’s not glancin’ at anything except her.”
He groans, throwing his head back and I laugh again, remembering when Lorenzo's mother and father came on one of our video calls. Their banter and chemistry was apparent just from talking with them for a few minutes and I could see how it reflects in Lorenzo. He has that spark, that desire to connect with someone on that type of level—the opposite of me. That spark was lit inside my heart for a brief second before it was extinguished.
“Again, don’t talk about my dad in my ma’s ass. Boundaries, Watson, boundaries," he says, interrupting my pity party.
“Yeah yeah. Can you put a shirt on before we start plottin’ please?” I ask, walking into my office and plopping myself down in my computer chair.
“Distracted? I thought it would give you some inspiration since we’re working through that sex scene in the office.”
I take a good look at the screen of my phone and try not to let my desire show all over my face. I hate when he does shit like this. That look in his eye that makes me think he wants something more than this flirtatious friendship and business venture. The pull in my heart to want that too tries hard to overtake my brain, but I throw that effort into our story instead, just like I always do.
"Stacey called me today askin’ about when our next draft will be done," I groan, remembering my agent's words from this morning.
"You can't ride out one best seller for the rest of your life, Jenna. You and Lorenzo need to get on the horse again. Everyone's read Secret Puck, they're waiting for what's next."
"Yeah well Marley's been hounding me too. How about you come to New York and we can write together?"
"Not happenin’."
"Scared you'll wind up in my bed, Watson?"
"Scared I'll kill you in a fit of frustration," I smirk.
"Maybe we need to get drunk again. Worked the first time."
I shake my head.
"We can't keep relyin’ on getting shitfaced for book ideas, Enzo. Let's just...try and write. Maybe it'll spark somethin’ else and a direction for this damn thing."
I get comfy in my desk chair, putting my phone on the stand as I fire up my laptop.
"So we left off with fightin’ their feelings, denyin’ their sexual chemistry, where is this gonna happen? Too many office romances have desk sex—"
"Yeah because it's hot as fuck," Lorenzo interrupts.
"It is but can we try somethin’ different? How about a blowjob under the desk durin’ a conference call?"
"Fuck, that's hot. They've had too much foreplay though, it's gotta be a sex scene. The build up has been torture. If I'm frustrated they're not banging by chapter fifteen, so will the readers."
"I guess," I groan. "But desk sex is so over used. I came up with the blowjob scenario, come up with somethin’ then."
This is making me frustrated and I can't just blame it on our inability to come up with any fresh new scenes that have never been done before. It's because I haven't had sex in ages. Every date has been a bust, not even making it to a second. I know it’s me. I know it’s my fears but I need to let out this frustration somehow.
"How about office sex during a meeting?"
I perk up, paying attention to my screen again and lean forward.