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Simon Jefferson is more than just the delicious drummer for world-famous rock band ProVokaTiv. With a net worth of $500 million, his obsession with business shows no signs of stopping. So when beautiful, blond-haired Jessie Martineau asks him for help with her humanitarian cause, he sees a chance to build his new record label through a charity concert in Africa. He just didn’t expect Jessie to challenge every business decision he makes, every dollar he spends, or the mask he’s built to protect himself..After years of hard work, Jessie Martineau is shocked when her master’s thesis is rejected. To prove her professors wrong, she’s determined to make a difference and help eradicate Ebola in Africa. With help from Simon and his star power, her goals are finally within reach. She may not agree with his impersonal approach, but she can’t help being distracted by his piercing blue eyes and hot body. As she fights to keep the focus on the humanitarian side of the concert, Simon tempts her at every turn.Jessie can’t deny her attraction to the drummer, but as their sexual tension boils over, Simon will have to learn to look beyond his bottom line. If she can’t convince him there’s more to life than profit, she’ll have proven her professors right and lost Simon forever.
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My eyes darted across the page of my computer screen, still unable to believe it could be real. All of my hard work on the thesis had boiled down to my lame professor’s two words:
“Jessie? Did you even hear me?” Brynn’s voice in my ear startled me back to reality.
“Ummm…That’s great about Gauge’s new song,” I said, hoping she’d still been going on and on about Gauge this and Gauge that.
“You’re obviously preoccupied,” Brynn sighed. “What is it?”
Clearly my attempt at easing into the conversation with friendly banter wasn’t working. I dove into the heart of my call to Brynn. “I need some help.” I loved giving help more than asking for it, but this was an emergency.
“Oh no, I’d better sit down,” Brynn said.
“Whenever you give that set-up to your request it means that you’re stressed out about something.”
“That journalist in you is astute once in awhile,” I conceded. “I got back my thesis draft from my advisor and she thought I was setting up an impossible premise. I want to prove her—and the committee—wrong.”
“The plant and Ebola thing, right?”
“You’re a natural in the lab, straight As and all those scientific accolades that I can’t spell, much less say, so what did they think was impossible?”
“That I could go over there, raise awareness, and work in that environment,” I confessed. Suddenly I was beginning to doubt myself, not cool.
“Not following,” Brynn began, “I can’t help you in the lab and I know damn well that you know that. What can I help you with?”
“Well, I was thinking that maybe your and Trinity’s connection to ProVokaTiv might help me out,” I finally confessed. “Do you think you could talk to Gauge about seeing if it’s a cause he’s interested in?”
“No,” Brynn said bluntly.
“Okay. Great. Thanks for the help,” I said, feeling a bit stung by the brutal honestly.
“Now hold on, Jessie. I’m not trying to be a bitch. It’s just—I’ve finally learned how that guy of mine works and knowing Gauge, he’ll automatically say no—that’s always his knee jerk reaction to anything new. And everyone hits him up for things all the time. It makes him pissy, but that’s an entirely different topic.”
“What about Hunter?” I asked.
“His main angle is drug abuse so I don’t think this would really be his thing… but Simon, I think Simon would hear you out.”
“Simon? But—who’s going to sweet talk him into it?”
Brynn laughed. “You are! When you get all Rambo on your humanitarian missions, it’s the best. I love it! And you always make the most convincing arguments when you get like that.”
“I don’t know. I mean, it would be amazing if he would, Brynn, but… do you really think he’ll listen to me? I thought maybe if I talked to Gauge, or Hunter, you or Trinity could—”
Brynn laughed again. “I’ll send you over Simon’s cell number, okay?”
“You don’t think he’ll mind?” I asked. “I’m so just desperate to do this and don’t want anything to stop me. I can just sense its potential and I’ve put a lot of thought into it, not to mention research.”
“No, I don’t think he’ll mind. He gave me his number, so…”
“That’s not what I’m worried about.”
“Just trust me, he’s your best audience for this. The guy is so business driven and he’ll evaluate it, even if it’s just to see what’s in it for him.”
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I couldn’t guarantee much of anything in it for Simon, other than the thrill of supporting good deeds, but logically speaking, I knew that it took money to make humanitarian causes flourish. Money comes from successful people and hence, business minded people exist.
“Great, thanks, Brynn. Owe you one.”
“No way, Jessie the world’s savior, friend to man and butt kicker of Ebola,” Brynn said, half sarcastically and half seriously. “But I’ve got to roll, got a staff meeting to get to.”
This was good. I had a possibility. I wasn’t dead in the water. If I could get Simon on board, get financial backing, how could Ms. Richards say no? As inspired as I was, I was going to wait and call Simon in the morning. I had to go over everything and think about what I was going to say. It had to be presented perfectly. I could already feel the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.