Mick sinatra 4: if you don't know me by now (page 6)

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Mick smiled,but it was an emotional smile. Onlyaround Roz could he ever let his guard down. Nobody else. Just Roz.

“Now give mea hug,” she said to him, “and get your ass to work too.”

Mick smiled,and hugged her. But if she was expectinga quick hug and go, she was mistaken. Because he untied her robe, reached inside of her robe, and hugged herbare flesh. He unzipped his pants andpulled it out. And just the feel of thatflesh again had him horny again.

Before shecould remind him that they were already late for their respective jobs, he wasturning her back to his front, leaning her over the center island, and puttingit inside of her again. When he began tomove, all thoughts of jobs and lateness flew out of the window. And she leaned up, reached back, and wrappedher arms around his neck, as he fucked her.

Mick closedhis eyes, relaxed his body, and fucked her hard.

 

Afterwards,he carried her upstairs and they showered together. While Mick dressed again, ditching his brownsuit for a blue suit and blue tie, Roz put on her bathrobe and made her waydownstairs.

By the timeMick made it back downstairs, ready to get to work, he stopped by the Nursery.The two nannies had just relieved the overnight nannies, and were stillcleaning up the far end of the room. They didn’t notice him at the door. But as he had expected, Roz was there, sitting in the daybed with herback against the wall, holding both twins in her arms. They were smiling and trying to eat theirlittle thumbs, and she was nodding off. Mick watched as her head kept jerking back when it appeared to lobforward into a hard sleep. She was stilltired. She was still attempting to getback the herculean stamina she used to possess before the pregnancy. But it wasn’t back in full yet. And as Mick stood in the doorway of thatNursery, watching her, he felt a twinge of guilt. He knew the fact that he wore her out twicethis morning, before her work day even began, didn’t help.

But he feltguilty for another reason too. He wasnow the father of three grown children and two newborns. That was daunting enough, especially since hewas now the involved father he never was in the not-too-distant past. But he also ran an international corporationthat required his full-time attention, and an underground syndicate that kepthim and his family alive because as long as his enemies knew he was still inthe game, and the master of that game, they wouldn’t dream of fucking with anyof them. He was relying on Teddy tocarry that mantel forward, and be the family’s protector when he was no longeraround, but Teddy had disappointed him already. It was all daunting and draining too.

When the twonannies realized Mick was standing there, they immediately stopped what theywere doing and gave him their full attention.

Mick pushedaway from the doorjamb and began walking further into the room. “Excuse us,” he said to them, as he headedtoward his family.

“Yes, sir,”the head nanny, Miss Habersham, said with a slight bow of her head.  And both nannies left the room.

Mick stoodat the daybed as Jacqueline turned her big green eyes up at him, while Mick,Junior just sat there, mesmerized by the way his mother’s head lobbed forward,and then jerked back. Every time shejerked her head back, he jumped and frowned. Already, Mick thought with a smile, that kid was on guard.

Jacquelinesmiled and reached for her father, and he smiled back at her and pulled herinto his arms. “Hey, little girl,” hesaid as he held her.

The releaseof weight on her lap caused Roz to finally wake up. When she saw Mick standing there, shesmiled. “You haven’t left yet?” sheasked him.

“Not yet,”Mick said, looking at his son. Mick,Junior was now grabbing at his mother’s nose, as if he thought her nose was thereason why she couldn’t keep her head up straight. “I told Blair I’d be in late.”

“Yeah, I calledmy office too,” Roz said. “Then I foundmyself in here with our children, and I think I might have dozed off.”

Micksmiled. “You think?” He sat on the daybed beside her. Junior leaned against his mother and staredat his father. He wasn’t too sure abouthim yet.

Roz leanedher head against Mick. Mick wrapped hisfree arm around her and Junior. Juniorfelt his touch, and seemed to relax again.

And all fourof them sat there, quietly, as the twins stared at these giants that wereholding them, until both giants fell asleep and their nannies, gingerly, wereback in the nursery and taking them away.

                CHAPTER SIX 

AnnalisePerry sat in the lobby of the Graham Agency, a huge building of granite andglass, and stared out the front glass window as a Bentley drove up. It stopped in the parking space reserved forthe CEO.  “She’s here,” she said intoher cell phone. “I’ll call you back.”

“You thinkshe’ll help you?” her boyfriend asked anxiously into the phone.

“She can be demanding,and a bitch sometimes if you ask me. Butshe’s fair.”

She saw Rozget out of the Bentley, grab her briefcase off of the passenger seat, and beganmaking her way toward the entrance.

“Dang, shecan dress,” Annalise said as she admired the light purple Versace pantsuit Rozwore, and the matching hat. “Gottago. Talk to you later!”

She endedthe call and quickly stood up. Theagency was ever expanding, with a slew of agents working nearly every avenue oftalent, and the lobby was filled with the actors and writers and singers anddancers they represented. But when therewas a serious issue, an on-the-verge-of-losing-the-contract issue with any oneof them, the directors/producers/CEOs didn’t call the agent of record. They called Roz. Just as Annalise was certain that Marty had.

And that waswhy, as soon as Roz dawned the door of the lobby, Annalise hurried to tell herside of the story. “It’s not my fault,”she said quickly.

Roz didn’tmiss a step. She continued walking. She was already super late.

Annalisestruggled to keep up. “I declare it’snot my fault, Miss G.” Roz had beenmarried to Mick for well over a year, but because of her agency name, and thefact that she was known as Roz Graham throughout the entertainment industry, anindustry she’d been a part of, first as a struggling actress and now as asuccessful talent agent, for well over fifteen years, she rolled with it. To those in the profession, she was still RozGraham, or Miss G. To everybody else onthe planet, she was Mrs. Mick Sinatra.

But today,to Annalise Perry, she was her lifeline. She was the only person who could save her career. “I did everything they told me to do,” shepled her case. They were at theelevators now. “But it was sabotage I’mtelling you. They fed me the wronglines!”

“That’s whatyou said last week when you messed up,” Roz said as she repeatedly pressed theelevator button. She had gotten the callfrom the director while on her way to work. She was already fed up with Annalise and her diva ways. Now this. “That was the same excuse you gave the week before that. And the week before that.” She looked at her client. “Those people aren’t stupid, Ann.”

“But I’mtelling you they gave me the wrong lines! It was their fault this time, and their blaming me!”

“How manyperformances have you missed this month?” Roz asked her.

“Onlythree.”

Roz couldn’tbelieve it. “Three? So Marty wasright! I told him there was no way youwould have missed that many performances. But he said you did.”

“I was sick!”Annalise yelled.  “What the hell didthey expect me to do?”

“First ofall,” Roz said, “get that bass out of your voice.”

Annalisecalmed back down. “I’m sorry, MissG.” Tears were now in her eyes. “But I’m no kid in the industry anymore. If I lose this gig, I’m done for.”

Roz knewwhat she meant. Before Roz gave upacting, just after she met Mick, she was past that magical, mythical age ofthirty too and couldn’t get hired as an understudy, let alone a lead inanybody’s play.

“You knowwhat it’s like to be in your thirties in this industry,” Annalise said,reminding her of her own struggle. “They’re sabotaging me. Rolesjust aren’t there.”

“That’s allthe more reason that you work your ass off to keep the roles you get,” Rozsaid. “I had to call in favors to getyou that part, Annalise, and you’ve been doing everything in your power to loseit ever since. It’s sabotagealright. But you’re the saboteur!”

The doors tothe elevator opened and Roz stepped on. Annalise stood there like the scared, aging actress she was. Roz knew she didn’t deserve it. She knew she should have allowed those doorsto close andAnnaliseto face her fate alone. She did this to herself.

But Roz hadbeen there before. Sometimes youcouldn’t do right even when everything within you wanted to. A group of young actresses jumped onto theelevator just as the doors were about to close. Roz, reluctantly, stepped off. The doors closed behind her.

Annaliselooked at her agent with renewed hope in her teary eyes. “You’re going to do it?” she askedexpectantly. “You’re going to make themkeep me in the play?”

Roz wantedto roll her eyes. This woman. “Makethem?” she asked. “Make them? I can’t make those people do anything, whatare you talking about? It’s their play!”

“But Martylikes you. And respects you. If you go to bat for me, he’ll give meanother chance.”

“Forwhat? For you to squander it again?”

“No, ma’am,I promise! I’ll work my ass off, justlike you said, to make this work. I’llbe there early, I’ll leave there late, and I’ll do everything they tell me todo.”

Rozexhaled. She didn’t have time forthis. “This is what’s going tohappen. I’m going to tell Marty toexpect a visit from you.”

Annalisesmiled. “Okay,” she said happily.

“You will goto that man’s office,” Roz said.

“Yes, Iwill.”

“You willapologize for your behavior.”

Annalise’ssmile began to fade. “Apologize?”

Roz lookedat her. “What did you think you weregoing to do? Just show up and act as ifthey never fired you? Hell no, you willnot. You will ask for his forgiveness,beg for it if you have to, and then show some respect for the people who hiredyou.”

Annaliseeventually nodded. She knew there wouldbe a price to pay. “Yes, ma’am,” shesaid.

“But I’mtelling you now, Ann, if you blow this opportunity,it’sover. I will not stick my neck out foryou ever again. I will deem youunreliable, drop you from this agency, and you’ll be on your own. Do you hear me?”

She was farmore willing now. She knew how badly sheneeded Roz, a former actress who understood, in her corner. “Yes, ma’am,” she said.

Roz pressedthe elevator button again. “Go to hisoffice, but wait until I call you. Thenyou go in.”

Annalisesmiled. “Yes, ma’am,” she said and gaveher a hug. “Thank you, Miss G!”

Then shewaved goodbye, and left. Stu Scott, oneof two talent scouts working for Roz, came up behind her. “Why do you bother?” he asked.

Roz lookedat him. She hadn’t realized he was eventhere. She looked back at theelevator. “She’s worth another try.”

“She’s aloser. Trust me, I know. Nobody wants to hire her.”

The elevatordoors opened. “Not now they don’t,” Rozsaid, as they stepped on. “But theywill. Which floor?”

Stusmiled. He was a nice lookingAfrican-American, tall, slender. “Youdon’t know which floor my office is on, do you?”

“I didn’teven know you had an office,” Roz said with a smile. “My talent scout should be out and aboutscouting talent. Not sitting behind somefat desk in some fat office.”

Roz pressedthe top floor button.

“I’m onfive,” Stu said. Roz pressed the fifthfloor button.

“How arethings going overall?” Roz asked as they began moving upward.

“Things aregoing good. Haven’t found any starcaliber talent yet, but I’ve found some decent prospects.”

“Any withbreakout potential?”

“A few,yeah.”

“Then focuson them. And please don’t bring me anymore great lookers with zero talent. Talent first. We can make anybodylook good. But they’ve got to have whatit takes.”

The doors tothe fifth floor opened.

“I’ll try mylevel best,” Stu said as he stepped off. “You deserve the best. I’ll giveit to you, don’t worry.”

Roz smiled,pressed the close button, and was off again. In any other life, Stu would have been exactly her type. Easygoing, smart, keen. But she had Mick and all of his baggage. As the elevator doors opened on the topfloor, she smiled again. No comparison,she thought.

But hergaiety eased when she stepped off the elevator and saw J.J. Crane waitingoutside of her office door.

“J, is that you?”Roz was floored.

J.J. stoodup, smiling. “Roz, is that you?” J.J.asked as both women hurried to each other and hugged.

When theystopped embracing, Roz looked her over. “What in the world are you doing in Philly? I thought you moved to Belize?”

“I did! And I’m still there.”

“Why are youhere? On business?”

“Personal,child. Real personal.” She glanced over at the lady behind thereceptionist desk. She wasn’t lookingtheir way, but J.J. could tell she was listening to every word. “You have a minute for an old friend?”

“Of course!”Roz happily and took her by the arm. “Come on in!”

Roz unlockedher office door and they entered, with Roz closing the door behind them. “Have a seat. Want anything to drink?”

“No, I’mgood.” J.J. sat in front of Roz’s bigdesk. 

Roz sat herbriefcase on top of the desk and sat behind it. She crossed her legs.  “So what’sgoing on, girl?  It’s been more than aminute, hasn’t it?”

“More likefive years,” J.J. said. “When I heardyou left New York, I said not Roz Graham. Not Miss Broadway!”

Roz laughed,especially since she was a Broadway actress who never quite made it toBroadway.

“And then,”J.J. said, “when I heard you’d met and married some rich white guy and was nowa major talent agent in Philly, I had to see it to believe it.”

“I don’tknow about all that major,” Roz admitted. “But I’m glad you came. Plan tostay long?”

“Can’t. I really don’t have any business being hereat all. I have a family to take careof.”

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