WLUV Box Set: Ignited, Consumed, Burned Read Online Free

the coldest February in years at the
hands of his controlling father perhaps he’d have something much hotter, in the
form of Macy Green. WLUV was looking like it may turn into something much
better than the exile he’d anticipated.
    Not that he was looking to complicate his life. He had
proven to be a preoccupied husband and made a much better ex-husband. But his
interest in curvy young blondes had waned in the last few years. Despite being
single, he’d lost interest in the women who constantly fawned all over him. This
woman was clearly not a fawner. He noticed, in fact, that she purposely
conveyed a no-nonsense style. It was admirable; she was focused on her job. It
was a job that would fail here at WLUV, ultimately, but she didn’t have to know
that.
    As he walked Macy through the studio and the control room he
contemplated all kinds of things about her, like what color bra she was
wearing...
     “Do you one-man band it here?”
    He heard her cultured and intelligent voice ask him the
question and he snapped out of his dirty thoughts. “Yes. We’re a small
operation so it makes financial sense.” A lot of stations had taken to
combining the photographer and reporter position so the reporter shot their own
material. It saved a lot of money on staff.
    “I see a lot of resentment from staffers in one-man band
shops.  It really isn’t the best in terms of quality or news product. We’ll
need to talk about that.”
    Great, she already wants to spend money at a station that’s
bleeding out. Of course. Why did women always want to spend his money? Maybe
Miss Green was just a higher-class version of the women he’d grown tired of,
the ones who liked him to buy them things.
    Wes ushered Macy through a narrow hall and a producer ran
towards them. It was getting close to news time, and the pace was picking up
around them. The narrow hall meant that Macy had to press close to Wes so as to
not impede the frenzied producer. He pivoted her into an edit bay in one swift
move to avoid a collision. They were nose to nose in the small dark space.
    “Whoa! I guess we’re almost to deadline,” she laughed, “I
like the intensity of some of the people here. That’s good. It’s half the
battle sometimes, getting that intensity.”
    Wes watched Miss Green’s lips as she formed the word
“intensity.” It was a good description for her energy, actually. He wondered
what it would be like to be inside that intensity, and pretended not to notice
the more pronounced way her chest rose and fell while they were squeezed
together in the tight space.
    “Urgency can be all the difference, in news – in a
newscast.” 
    The cool Miss Green was slightly rattled. Good. That was
good news. “Urgency and intensity, number one and two on the list.” He made a
check mark in the air.
    “Well, let’s watch the news. It’s almost six. I want to see
the live product today. Where do you suggest I do that?” Miss Green slid across
him without touching him, quite a feat in the closet-sized edit bay, until she
found herself in the hall.
    “How about we watch in here?” Wes gestured towards the
glass-walled news director’s office. “He’s out today. Most days, actually,”
    The office was a mess. The news director was one of the
biggest weaknesses of the newsroom, Wes thought. When he did show up, Pat
Walters usually smelled of liquor. It would be interesting to see how Miss
Green assessed the situation. Was she as tough as she tried to appear? Did she
have the guts to fire someone?
    They sat in a few chairs at the conference table cluttered
with wrinkled paper and discarded coffee cups and turned on the newscast. Macy
then turned on the competitors in the other two monitors.
    Her undivided attention on the monitors gave him the chance
to focus on her without seeming lecherous. He was certainly feeling lecherous,
but no need to scare the woman.
    Macy’s hair sat in soft waves that fell just to her
shoulders. The auburn framed a pair