Naleighna Kai's Literary Cafe Magazine November Edition | Page 81

Lisa Watson
excerpt from Interview
with Danger
“Pierce, what’s going on?”
“That’s exactly what I’d like to know,” he growled. “Have you lost your mind, Sasha? Do
you know what you’ve done?”
She stared at him blankly. “I don’t understand. Will you stop beating around the bush and
tell me the problem?”
“You are the problem,” he threw back. “You and your stupid book have ruined my life,
Sasha…and you’d better believe you’re going to fix it.”
Her mouth dropped open. “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
“Jacob Toliver.”
Sasha waited, but Pierce didn’t say anything else. Instead, he moved closer until he was
crowding her. He folded his arms across his chest and stared at her. Finally, she threw her
hands up. “What, are we playing twenty questions?”
“Jacob Toliver,” he repeated.
Sasha pinched the bridge of her nose. “I know who he is. I wrote the book, remember?
I’m just wondering what my character has to do with this.”
“He’s me.”
Sasha’s eyebrows rose. “You…you think Jacob…is you?” She started to laugh, then
pushed past him to go in to the lounge. “He isn’t you, Pierce.”
He was right on her heels.
“Well, there are some people that disagree with you. In fact, the executives at the sporting
goods store that just dropped me as an endorser would beg to differ…and the men’s apparel
ad I was going to do and—”
“I don’t understand.”
“Apparently, a few of them read your book and thought your midnight Casanova was me.
You just cost me three quarters of a million dollars,” Pierce said between clenched teeth.
Her smile faded. “What?”
“Yeah, that’s what I said. Apparently, they didn’t want a womanizing, strung-out playboy
representing their brands. Considering these are family businesses, I can understand why,”
he snapped.
She eyed him from head to toe. “Well, are you?”
His expression turned indignant. “Certainly not.”
“Then there you go.” Sasha threw up her hands in frustration. “Pierce, this is absurd. You
could throw a stick and hit thousands of men that fit that same description.”
“You know, your sister tried to say that, too. Obviously, the list is a lot smaller than either
of you think,” he said dryly.My image has been damaged, and it’s your fault, Sasha. Do you
know how hard I’ve worked to get back to where I was and just like that—”
“Wait, what do you mean back?”
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