Dave grinned at me from the doorway. Just seeing him there blew me full with pride. I still got that gooey feeling looking at his mop of unruly hair and hazel eyes. His smile lit up his whole face, and I grinned at him like a high school girl meeting up with her football hero crush.

Dave was definitely more established in TV than I was. He had worked as a director on probably a dozen different shows. He also talked about his work more than I did at home, which was fine. Someone once told me that all directors had a God complex, so I just kind of let him run at the mouth when he described the complexities of shooting the barrel of a .357 Magnum gun in close-up. I liked it when he came by the office. I had an actual office on a show, which is rare, and I didn’t mind showing it off to him. It was nice for him to see that I was also on my way to being successful.

“So should I leave you two lovebirds alone?” Azita asked.

I loved Azita. You could describe her sense of style as “jailbait.” I’d never seen her in anything but a cheerleader-short miniskirt paired with T-shirts formfitting enough to let you know that under that sheer cotton were real twenty-five-year-old breasts.

“And before I forget, I also have the McGuire research and photos for you,” she said, sashaying in front of Dave to put the file on my desk. I didn’t mind her teasing manner—that was Azita. I did mind how Dave glanced down her backside, focused on her pert ass, and lingered there.

Azita could be trouble, but she’d never make a move on, or allow a move from, my man. She was the all-around office superstar— but the sad thing was that she really wanted to be an actress. I knew that next week she was testing to be a series regular on The Young and the Restless. Secretly I was hoping she wouldn’t get the gig. I didn’t want to lose her here, and besides my selfish motivations, I wanted more for her than just a photo op in Us Weekly of her shopping at Kitson.

“Later, boss lady. Bye, Dave.” She turned and left and Dave turned with her, his eyes still on her ass. Guys have no clue how obvious they are.

Soon enough, Dave settled his attention back on me. “Hey, baby . . . your surprise awaits.” He came around the desk to finally kiss me hello. I knew he was trying to cover his ogling, and closed my eyes for his kiss.

“Yes, I’m ready, but are you sure you don’t want to invite Azita?” I couldn’t help being a little sarcastic.