Oh, hello again. I have stuff ready. I actually have quite a bit of it ready, but I'm getting sick.
I'm copying and pasting then sleeping. (Probably not, but I'll try)
Here's the next chapter...
Lizzie was kind of star struck. For some reason Greg Spencer made her a little nervous. It might have been his smile, or his height, or his style, or the way he said "hi, I'm Greg Spencer." Pretty much all of it made her giddy nervous. Is that even the way to describe how she felt? This man has won 12 Emmys, does so much for Children's Charity and has had pretty much the biggest meltdown on live television. Still he has a job in the morning.
She met him in the green room while Kitty was talking to his manager. "Hi, I'm Lizzie Bennett, production manager. I just want to make sure you're fine and all taken care of."
"Lizzie Bennett, it's great to finally meet you! I've heard your name bounced around for quite some time."
"Really?"
"I heard you were the best in the biz."
"Shut the fuck up, you're Greg Spencer!"
"I was in Meryton a couple weeks ago, I talked to Charlotte Lucas, and told her I was heading this way. She couldn't stop talking about how great you are."
"Note to self, send Char a goodie basket." She laughed, "she's one of my best friends, we met in college and eventually worked together before I moved here."
Kitty called for Lizzie, "10 till opening."
"Oh, that's my cue, I hope you have a great show."
"Thanks Lizzie. I'd love to chat after."
Lizzie nodded, before waving herself out of the room.
Sharon Levinsky interviewed Greg Spencer for the morning news asking him about his new show on the network.
"It's a new form of the traditional talk show." He flashed a nearly perfect smile, "I want to pull in all the influences, my guests, my family, my staff, I just want to try and not have another meltdown as public as my last." He had the whole desk laughing. Greg Spencer had charm and was easy to get along with.
After his segment, Greg Spencer had left Lizzie a note, "Please join me for drinks and dinner at 6, trust me, this will be strictly professional! -GS" along with a happy face at the end.
Will was working later that night and decided that he was going to spend the night in one of the suites at the hotel. He had wished he were able to join Lizzie, but couldn't. Instead, he wished her luck and to tell him the moment Greg Spencer tried to make a move, he would kick his ass.
Lizzie had dressed into something a little more appropriate for dinner at Les Poissons. He was already there, sipping on a glass of moscato. He welcomed her with open arms.
"Elizabeth! So glad you're here." He said.
"Call me Lizzie."
Halfway through dinner, Greg changed the subject.
"Fabulous darling. So a little birds told me that you're back with your ex... Fiancé!"
"What?" She was totally caught off guard. "I- who- how do you know?"
"Honey, I just know how to read people. He probably told you to watch out for me huh?" She just looked at him, a little puzzled. "Tell him I'm completely harmless. I mean you're cute, but you're not exactly my type." He winked at her. Greg Spencer let out a laugh. Was he really this drunk already? It could be, there are just some people with no tolerance for alcohol. "I do want to steal you Lizzie. I want you to work on my show."
"Me?"
"You're one hell of a production manager. Everyone I've met raves about you. You wouldn't work for me, you'd work with me."
"My god Greg, I'm flattered really."
"So you'll come work for me?"
"I really have to think about it."
"I totally understand hon. I'll send over logistics and you can look them over. I'm willing to give a lot to have you on my team."
They kissed each other's cheeks before saying goodnight. Lizzie was definitely buzzed. Like she happened to drink way more than she was planning on. She wanted to make a quick stop before going back home.
"Will, baby,"
"Hi Goose." Will said sleepily into his phones
, "where are you?"
"Uhm on my way home. I had to get an Uber... I'm drunk."
"Why didn't you call me? I would have picked you up."
"It's okay. I'm okay. I'm just... In need" she looked around then to the driver, "look, I'm very drunk and I missed my boyfriend." The driver laughed.
Will laughed too, "how about I meet you downstairs in the hotel lobby and I'll take you home."
"Good because I'm already here." Lizzie paid for the ride and said goodbye. led an Uber before getting right back on her phone to call Will.
"William..." she slurred, "I think I had to much to drink."
"Oh Goose, where are you? I'll come pick you up."
"No, I'm in an Uber. The driver's name is," she turned to the driver and asked. "Her name is Samantha. She's taking me home."
"Have her drop you off at the hotel, I'll meet you in the lobby then take you home?"
"Really? Great because I want you." Lizzie turned to Samantha, "he's my boyfriend, we used to be together, then I was stupid and left him and now we're fucking again. It's great." Samantha laughed.
"Goose, you're so drunk."
"Yes, William Darcy, I am indeed."
Lizzie waved goodbye to her Uber driver and met Will outside the hotel. It took every fiber of her being from jumping him in the elevator and letting him have her right there. Instead she waited until they were in his hotel room. Lizzie made eye contact and held his gaze as she slowly bent down to her knees and undid his pants, and slid down his underwear revealing his soft dick. She smiled at him. Her hands were cold at the touch when her fingers wrapped around him. His head rolled back and his hands held her head. Lizzie was so turned on.
Will's erection grew big. Lizzie had staying on her knees until right before Will was about to explode his load. She stood and pushed him on the bed. Will was about fairness in the bed, especially since Lizzie was in such a generous mood. He pulled her until she was right above his face. His strong arms wrapped around her legs and he let his tongue explore her parts. Lizzie's breathe quickened and she grinded against his tongue. Lizzie reached her peak and came all over Will's face. He licked her up then flipped her on her back. He was hungry for her. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and slung one of his legs over his shoulder. He held her body in place as he slammed his hard cock deep into her. Pleasure escaped from both of their mouths.
"Williaaaaam." Lizzie scratched at his back. Will grunted with pleasure. "Fuck me hard babe."
"God Lizzie." He kissed her everywhere, first, her tattoo which had become one of his favorite spots on her body. He lightly kissed the outline then continued to move towards her lips.
"how was your dinner with Greg Spencer?" Will asked when Lizzie finally caught her breath. They were spooning in the bed together.
"Great! He's actually really charming and sweet and almost funnier in person."
"What did you talk about?"
"He wants to offer me a job." Lizzie turned so she could face Will.
"To work for him? On his new show?"
"He said Charlotte put in a really good word for me."
Suddenly, Lizzie's phone started blaring.
"Hello?"
"Lizzie? It's me, Charlie."
"Hey what's up?"
And that's it for now. Until next time.
But hey, thank you so much for reading this story. If you hate it, I'm sorry, but I don't really care.
**Note to self: I forgot to buy bananas again.**