The news media led by some redheaded chick named Crystal showed up en masse in the lobby of the suite right on schedule. Matt had been working inside his office on preparing for his meeting with a client over his security system when Maureen knocked on his door to alert him.

"They're here."

He furrowed his brow.

"Who's here?"

"That bubblehead who's on that talk show and her film crew," Maureen said, "They are looking for a place to set up to go live."

Matt tried to think. What had Darla gotten him into this time, after all he had told her he had postponed the baby project. Not that the billboards had been taken down and the office had been flooded with phone calls inquiring about where to submit applications to have sex with Matt.

Maureen had told him that most of the people who saw the boards believed that he'd been looking for a woman to go out with, not as an instrument of procreation. He tried to get her on the phone to clarify that but just got her voicemail on her cell phone and at her office.

"So you are going to go talk to Crystal?"

He sighed not knowing what he'd be talking about with her, unless he could use the live interview to promote his business. It'd be great if C.J. had arrived and she could help him with that. They could say all the right sound bytes, promote their company, get the film crew to leave and then retreat to his office for some…conferencing.

The kind that required a man, a woman and a desk.

His body felt stimulated at the thought of just the two of them kissing each other before she'd sit on his desk, open up her thighs and welcome inside of her. The images which hit him then, of how it'd feel to get down and dirty with her in his office, if he didn't stop, he'd need some prop placement to keep the broadcast safe for the general audience.

He'd been thinking of her all day and what they had shared together. But she'd been scarce and hadn't shown up yet.

"Well?"

He looked up at Maureen again.

"Yeah I'm ready," he said, "I'm guessing they want me in makeup and wardrobe?"

Maureen shrugged.

"I think what you're wearing is fine," she said, "Of course if this were late night then you might have to make some changes…for a more sophisticated audience."

He followed her into the lobby where Crystal awaited him, surrounded by her crew. She looked him over, with a critical eye.

"You need some time in makeup," she said, "and we need to do something about wardrobe too."

Matt stood his ground.

"My clothes are fine," he said, "I'm a working professional not a pinup."

Crystal just shook her head at him.

"I can tell you're going to be difficult."

Two of her assistants led him off to the makeup chair just when the elevator doors opened and out walked C.J. into the middle of the circus.

"What's going on here Houston," she said, "and where are they taking you?"

He looked at her dressed in black straight legged jeans and a black top, thinking she looked pretty fine.

"I'm going live on L.A. Today with Crystal for an interview," he said, "Darla set it up."

She folded her arms.

"I thought you told her to slow down."

Matt grimaced.

"I thought so too."

He sat down in a chair under a light and a woman started in on his hair, putting in some styling gel before Matt could stop him.

"What's that?"

The woman smiled warmly at him.

"Oh just some gel to prevent fly away hairs."

Matt had no idea what that meant but he sat still not really liking it but if he could promote his company during the broadcast, it'd be worth the fussing.

Until someone decided to give him an impromptu manicure, that's when he put his foot down.

"I can handle my own nails."

The woman eyed his hands critically.

"I can see that."

C.J. just looked at him, all cute and clearly amused at what unfolded in his office. He looked at her, the way her close knit shirt hugged her chest and rode just a bit above her pants, revealing a tantalizing look at her creamy skin. Then he felt the stylist tug on his hair.

"What are you doing now?"

A man holding a teasing comb looked at him nonplussed.

"Just fixing the rough edges," he said, "When's the last time you had a trim?"

Matt frowned.

"Two weeks ago," he said, "Why do you ask?"

The man just pursed his lips, shaking his head at him and continued tugging at his hair with the comb. C.J. stood there watching them fuss over Matt.

"They really going to get you all trussed up for the show?"

Matt just shot her a look as another woman began to dab foundation on his face. He hated sitting still in a chair getting tinkered with while the woman who had blown his socks off last night stood just a few feet away from him. Obviously amused with what they did to him.

"I don't know what this is about," he said, "Darla totally set me up for this without consulting me."

C.J. shrugged.

"Talk about the business then," she said, "We can always use the free advertising."

Crystal had walked up just then and shook her head.

"Boring…People watch my talk show to forget they have to work doldrum jobs to pay the bills."

C.J. pursed her lips.

"Our business isn't boring," she said, "Do you even know what Houston and I do for a living?"

Crystal reached for her latte on a cluttered table.

"He's a multi-millionaire; I think the public is more interested in how he plays."

Matt smiled over at C.J. at such a way that made her clear her throat. They had been playing something like ride me cowgirl this morning when they woke up but neither Crystal nor the populace of L.A. watching her show needed to know that.

"I am very active in sports…outdoor activities."

Crystal winked at him and leaned closer, enough for him to notice she wore a low cut blouse.

"What about those activities best done indoors?"

Matt looked over at C.J. and she just sighed, starting to walk away back to her office. The sway of his hips, the way her midriff had been bared just a little bit by her shirt made his pants tighten.

A cameraman walked up to them..

"We're ready in 15."

Crystal nodded back at him and sipped her latte again.

"So you're really into having a baby?"

He sighed as someone put eyeliner on his eyes. He looked at that person questionably.

:"So those gorgeous eyes of yours don't disappear under the bright lights."

He just leaned back in his chair while they finished prepping him, thinking of C.J. sitting in her office all alone. After he got this publicity nonsense done, he'd join her.

C.J. sighed as she picked up the phone to call Sonia who picked up on the first ring.

"You'll never believe what's going on here."

That perked her friend's interest quickly

"What…you and him just finished christening his desk?"

C.J. nearly blushed in response but she rubbed her forehead, thinking herself way too professional to bring sex even with Matt to the workplace.

"No, he's doing a live talk show with Crystal somewhere in the suite."

"No way, guess I'll be live streaming it in a few minutes," she said, "I would never miss it."

"I think it starts in about 10 minutes, but he told me he's going to use it to promote our company."

"That's cool but I think her viewers want to hear more about his sex life."

C.J. paused.

"It's none of their business, it's personal."

Sonia chuckled.

"He's one of the hottest and wealthiest bachelors in L.A C.J.," she said, "Half the women have been in his pants and the other half…"

"Isn't that an exaggeration?"

"Not much of one, you know he's had a lot of girlfriends, most of them casual lays."

C.J. didn't need to be reminded of Matt's relationship or more accurately his sexual history.

"You are going to watch them film it?"

"Maybe…but I have tons of work to do."

"How'd that operation go last night?"

C.J. paused, remembering it in ways that made her feel warm, with parts of her tingling. She took a deep breath to push it away, to focus on the day ahead of her.

"It went…I'll tell you later over drinks sometime."

A pause from Sonia told her she'd given too much away.

"You did him didn't you?"

C.J. paused this time, not sure whether admission or denial was the better strategy with her friend. She didn't want to be peppered with questions about what she'd shared with her best friend but she didn't feel like hiding it either.

"Yeah we did, after the assignment," she said, "No scratch that, it started in the client's house."

"I knew it, god I'm so glad you finally got it and from a guy like Matt," she said, "Details later on."

"Sonia, it's really personal stuff."

"Okay then, we'll fill you up with tequila first."

C.J. had to smile because she knew her friend would do just that to get the scoop on what sex with Matt had been like, she might need a couple of drinks just to put it into words.

"I'll see you later," she said, "Listen I ran into this guy on the beach this morning. He acted like he knew me from the Vibe."

"What's his name?"

"Derek."

Sonia appeared to think about it.

"I don't remember him," she said, "but there were a lot of guys at the club. Was he hot looking?"

"He looked tough," C.J. said, "but I guess he's not bad looking."

"Well I got to go but I'll see you later this afternoon," Sonia said, "If you're not with Matt."

C.J. looked at the doorway.

"Oh no, it'll be fine," she said, "We'll hit early happy hour."

She clicked off her phone and curiosity got the better of her so she left her office to go and watch the taping of L.A. Today featuring Matt as its guest. He sat in another chair, this time under lights and in front of three cameras. Crystal sat next to them and a couple of assistants were adjusting their mikes.

Then someone did the countdown and Crystal's face broke on cue into a wide smile as she introduced Matt. They talked about his company, his rise in prominence and C.J. smiled as he credited her as being the brains of the operation which wasn't entirely true but was sweet of him.

Then Crystal broached the subject of his more personal pursuits and Matt tugged on his collar. C.J. knew he was feeling restless and a captive of the cameras. Matt didn't like to kiss and tell about his relationships with women who were known through photos that appeared in social columns and lots of gossip by "close friends" to the media about this socialite, this female opera singer and that tennis star.

Crystal looked over at Matt.

"Your billboards had fired up the imagination of every woman in L.A. about what you really want, a baby. What inspired you to come up with such a clever advertising campaign?"

Matt fiddled with his collar again.

"I had a near death experience and I really reevaluate my goals in my life. I decided I needed to have a family of my own."

Crystal nodded, crossing her legs in her chair.

"But why advertise for a woman to be its mother, why not just meet a woman, get married and do it that way?"

C.J. wondered how Matt would answer a question in front of all of L.A. that she had asked him quite a few times.

"I didn't want a relationship with a woman, but I wanted a child," he said, "Women often have children outside of relationships with men, why should it be any different for men?"

Crystal didn't have an answer for that so she asked the next most pressing question from her arsenal.

"Okay you pick your woman, what will it be when it comes down to getting this baby started," she said, "Because I've heard that you're were thinking about having sex for procreation purposes."

C.J. folded her arms as she watched Matt squirm a bit in his chair.

"That's of course an option," he said, "There's also more scientific means of ensuring conception."

Crystal just processed that and then turned to her audience.

"Okay there you have it," he said, "Matt, the man who is searching for a woman to have his baby might give you some great memories to go with it. Because I can't speak from experience but how can this hunk of man not be scintillating between the sheets?"

C.J. bit back a smile, thinking Crystal didn't know the half of it. Before Matt could respond, the elevator doors opened and she looked over and saw Randy dressed up like a cop from a bad seventies show.

Crystal looked up at him puzzled as he stood there. Maureen stood up from her desk to speak to Randy but he ignored her.

"I need to talk to Matt for a few minutes."

Crystal tried to hold onto her smile.

"It seems we have an unexpected surprise guest," she said, "and your name is?"

"Det. Randal Stryker, LAPD Vice but you can call me Randy," he said, "The guys and I watch your show when we're not busting prostitution rings and gambling operations."

Crystal cooed.

"Oh how exciting," she said, "Makeup, go splash some on him and we'll seat him over on my left."

Randy looked at the activity that suddenly swarmed around him. But after a commercial break, he was in the chair in front of the cameras. Crystal batted her mascara laden eye lashes at him and smiled.

"So Det. Striker…Randy why are you a vice detective here to talk to Matt?"

Randy's eyes flitted around the room. Matt just sat back and closed his eyes momentarily.

"It's classified."

Crystal leaned closer so he could get a closer look at her low cut blouse.

"Do tell. If you like, we could splash a blue dot on your face, distort your voice and give you a fake name."

Randy considered that, while Matt just rubbed his forehead as if his head had started to hurt. C.J. watched carefully wondering just how much of a scoop L.A. would get about their ill-fated massage parlor operation.

"No, there's going to be a press release about it soon anyway," Randy explained, "It's a much larger operation and Mayor Flowers wants some serious heat on it before the national political convention next month."

Crystal nodded.

"Ah yes, I heard national political and sporting events put quite a bit of cash in the hands of those who run such illicit operations."

Randy nodded.

"Yeah after all the intensity of the conferences or athletic competition, everyone in the midst of that just wants to get (beep) or get their (beep) sucked."

Crystal smiled.

"We have to censor certain words to protect our FCC standing but I'm sure our audience can fill in the blanks."

Randy nodded but Matt knew he'd use more of his brand of colorful language so the network censors would be working overtime just to keep up. Crystal didn't seem deterred.

"So what more can you tell us about why Matt was seen running wearing only a sheet with some woman during your raid of a notorious massage parlor?"

Matt closed his eyes thinking the day had just gotten a lot longer while he looked for an escape route.