Chapter 17: Where was all the Sex!

Freddie's POV

"So you're sure you don't want me to go?" Maddie asked from my bedroom as I finished getting ready for this meeting with Mr. Killjoy.

"No," I said stepping back into my room with her. "You told me you had a date and this is just going to be another one of his meeting to gain control. I don't know why he even hired us he could have just directed the movie his damn self." I grumbled.

"Okay, well you can't say I didn't ask." She sighed and then grabbed her silver little purse that she matched with her strapless red dress. "I don't want Adam to wait!" She kissed my cheek before heading out. "Good luck boss!" She practically skipped out of my room. It must be nice to be in love … and have the person openly love you back. I sat on the foot of my bed and let my mind drift back to Sammy. Her image is etched in my head and it won't let go.

"I can't think about her now. I have business to deal with." I threw on my blazer and got ready to leave. I don't know why this guy wanted to meet an hour away from his own house. We would most definitely be meeting on neutral territory. The area we were going to was tempting the restaurant was like fifteen minutes away from Sam's legal offices. I wasn't exactly sure where she lived but I was sure I couldn't find out easily. Carly has been chopping at the bit for me to give her a little information about what happened at her wedding if I gave a inkling that something went down she would gave me any information she had on Miss Samantha Puckett. I had a long drive ahead of me to decide whether I was going to be that underhanded.

I pulled up at the restaurant about ten minutes late, which wasn't bad considering I was really dragging my heels on coming in the first place. When I see Mr. Snider I see him sitting with a familiar face.

"Maxine?" I was really confused and so was Mr. Sinder.

"You know my attorney? Isn't that a conflict of interest or something?" He looked at Maxine and frowned.

"No, we are suing Mr. Benson we are just sorting out the agreement between director and author. We are serving more as mediators really." Maxine said before taking another bit of salad.

"We?" I looked around hoping that I hearing what I thought I was hearing.

"Yes, Ms. Johnson and Ms. Puckett have looked over our original agreement and my requests thoroughly to make sure that I have all of the rights that I feel I am entitled to." I nodded and sat down. Normally this would be a very infuriating thing but the fact was Mr. Snider was doing me a major solid. Now I wouldn't have to wonder how to get Sam back in my life she was going to be handed to me on a silver platter.

"So sorry Mr. Snider, too much champagne I suppose," she chuckled and then her smile froze as her gaze turned to me. She looked frustrated and a little dumb struck. I was surprised at her appearance she was wearing a fairly loose black dress with her hair down. I remember her telling me that she never wore her hair down when she worked. It made people think she was too young. "Mr. Benson, I didn't know you working on Mr. Snider's movie."

"It's my movie and his book that adapting into a film and you would've known Sam, if you would have answered my calls." I stated matter of factly. I wasn't about to act as though we didn't have a past. I mean a few months ago I'd seen her naked. I shook off that thought.

"This is not the time," she murmured, "I'll be happy to stay behind after this and discuss whatever matters you think we left unfinished. However, this meeting is about our client Mr. Snider." She raised her glass of fake champagne to Mr. Snider, who returned the gesture with a creepy smile of his own.

"Yes Ms. Puckett is right, this is about me and my demands Benson, I won't have my novel turned into some PG-13 teen movie. My novel was erotic and hot, I want it told that way. When I read the script my first question was where is all the sex? I want the sex in the movie!" The whole time was quiet for a moment this was an odd conversation to have I thought my reason for the revision was obvious.

"Mr. Snider you will have a higher profit if the movie is made with a PG-13 rating. The majority of reader's for your book are 16 to 25. I trying to make sure that of the readers would be able to enjoy the film." As I delivered my statement the waitress came over and placed an appetizer on the table and took our entree order.

"I can see Mr. Benson's reasoning Mr. Snider, can't you?" Maxine said helping me.

"Yeah, not everything is about money Ms. Johnson. It's the principle. If the story is mine I want it told the way I wrote it, BOTTOM LINE." He took two of the veggie puffs and placed it on is plate.

"So why did you need a director?" Sam asked as she took a veggie puff for herself.

"Excuse me?" He asked her.

"It is important that we all understand each other completely. I need to know why you hired Mr. Benson if he's not going to be able to his job. Why didn't you produce and direct your own movie?" She asked bluntly and then took a small bite of the puff. Something green came through the top of the croissant; she wrinkled her nose as if it didn't taste right.

"Because I don't know how to put that sort of thing together Ms. Puckett and Fredward is the best in the industry and I want the best for my book." He answered honestly. I liked the fact that he acknowledge that I was good at my job most of the time he was making me feel as if I was inadequate.

"But you don't trust him?" Maxine asked.

"It's not that … it just complicated." Mr. Snider forfeited.

"The book is yours, I understand that and I'm sure that Freddie understands that too. The reality is that I looked up Freddie's track record he knows what he's doing. I also looked up the guidelines for how rating work for movies and he were to give an exact remake of your movie he'd be shooting a porno. I think you do want to make the movie so it's able to be shown in theatres … so you will have to compromise some." Sam was clear, she wasn't mean but I'd never seen her so professional. She looked so hot. "You amendment that we helped you with is clear about wanting some of the more … racy scenes added. Freddie do you mind directing and producing a film that's rated R?"

"No, I have no problem I will have to consult with some colleagues for some insight on doing the part tastefully but it can be done. I wasn't going to take the parts out completely I was just going to give the illusion that something was done."

"That's fine Freddie, but that's not what Mr. Snider wants." Maxine said. "She handed the agreement over to me so that I could review it. I looked it over all the small stuff we could've worked out without the need for legal counsel the main thing was the sex. Which I'd never done before but I'm sure that it couldn't be that hard. I signed the bottom of the agreement before the entrées were served.

Sam's POV

This has been the longest craziest day of my life! I mean the business was good, it was really easy to bring Snider and Benson to a compromise. I couldn't believe that Benson was the producer out of all the people Mr. Snider could've been working with. Having the sit across from him created an odd feeling in my belly.

"Speaking of odd feelings," I'd managed to make it back to my apartment. I had more business to attend to. I grabbed a big gulp and a new box of e.p.t. I was not going to take the first response lying down. The stupid test couldn't be right. It didn't take much for me to have to pee. I lined up all five tests and did what I had to do. "Now, we wait." I looked down at my stomach and frowned. "I mean I wait." I grumbled and went into the living room. It was suppose to take three minutes to get a result. I booted up my laptop and began to look at the rates for gyms so I could get this spare tired from around my belly. "Oh I love American Family Fitness!" Just as I click on the link there was a knock on my door. I was expecting it to be Max because she's super nosy but instead there stood my possible baby daddy. He was all hot and a little buzzed, his black shirt was now untucked and unbuttoned enough to see his white tank underneath.

"Sam," he stumbled out my name.

"God, are you drunk Benson? What are you doing here?" Before I could finish my rant he pulled me to him by my waist and kissed me. Oh God, I had forgotten what an amazing kisser Freddie was. I pulled him closer to me and then he began to walk me backward into my own apartment.

"You're so beautiful, so sexy," he whispered into my ear as he kissed my neck. I was flushed and very, very turned on.

"Thanks," said breathlessly and then pushed him down onto my couch. I straddled his lap and began to kiss him again. He inched his hands up Max's black dress I was still wearing making his intentions known. I wanted him too, I'd be lying if I said I didn't. It seemed like tonight the strawberry ice cream would stay in the fridge.

"Let's go to my room!" I hopped off him and grabbed his hand pulling him with me. Tonight wouldn't be about sense or logic tonight would be about a moment of passion with the man I … well with Freddie.

Author's Note: I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that I got fired yesterday. The good news is that between my job hunting and other random errands I will be able to write. I mean more frequent chapters for you! I hope you enjoy please read and review and no flames!