Authors: Shanna Vollentine
“I pulled it off of the site, but I can’t do anything about the people who already opened their emails. There’s already over fifty comments and they aren’t flattering.”
I took offense at that. Ethan and I made a pretty hot couple. We knew what we were doing in bed and we looked good doing it. “What do they say?” I waited a moment but he didn’t answer me.
“You had better look for yourself.” He scooted over and patted the bed as my phone rang in my hand. Carrie.
“Hello?”
“Omigod. Did you get my messages? I’ve been trying to get in touch with you all morning.”
“Yeah. We were on a balloon ride and we left our phones in the car. I’m freaking out, but he’s already pulled the video.”
“Thank goodness. Mom called and told me to check my email. I think one of her friends saw it and told her about it.”
My worst fears were being realized. Not only had Ellen seen our sex tape, but so did any number of people we know.
“Don’t tell me anymore, Carrie, I can’t take it. Ethan thinks we might get in trouble for sending out an adult movie without a warning. My career is over. I’ll never be able to face people again.”
“It’ll be okay, Jules. Think of what a sex tape did for all those celebrities. They became way more popular than before. Heck, it pretty much made them household names.”
“They weren’t doing a family friendly cooking show! Children watch my program.”
“Hmm. I hadn’t thought of that. That’s actually pretty bad.”
“No duh. I’m ruined.” I threw myself back onto the bed and closed my eyes. “You didn’t watch it did you?”
“Well, let’s just say it was nothing I haven’t seen before.” I cringed at the reminder.
“I’ll talk to you later, okay? This is just too much to take in right now and it’s my anniversary.”
“Oh yeah. Happy Anniversary!” She sounded so excited that the last few minutes of my life might never have happened. “What are you guys planning for tonight?”
“We’re going to have dinner delivered to our terrace, and I’m glad we already booked room service. I just don’t think I can face anyone right now.”
“There’s nothing more you can do about it now, so try to have a good rest of your day. Tell Ethan I said hi. Love you.”
“Love you too. I’ll call you tomorrow. Thanks for letting us know what was going on.”
We hung up and I looked over at Ethan. “She thinks it will make me famous.” He set the computer on the night stand and flopped down onto his back.
“It’s my fault. I’ll take the blame. I should have been more thorough, but I was excited to get out of town. I’ve sent out an apology to all of our subscribers, I just hope it’s enough to tamp down the outrage. I’m sure you’re going to lose a few followers, but you’ll probably gain a few more, too. I don’t want to think about it right now. I look ridiculous in that footage.”
I didn’t know how I was going to put it out of my mind, but I was determined to try if only to make our anniversary special. “You
and your Princess Leia fetish. Now I don’t think I want to pull out the buns.”
“You brought ‘em?” He perked up immediately. Pervert.
“Yeah, but I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to wear them without thinking about broadcasting my naked butt to anyone with an internet connection.”
“I like your naked butt. Anyway, we’ll find out what the fallout of our movie is soon enough. I think you should go put on your buns and take off everything else. We’ve got some Anniversary Sex that needs to commence.”
“You know what? You’re right. And the Xanax has kicked in, so you’re in luck.” I leaned over him and gave him a kiss. Tomorrow I might be infamous, but I was going to make our anniversary unforgettable.
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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblances of names, characters, or incidents are coincidental. Certain names, while real, are used fictitiously. All situations are the product of the author’s imagination.
You Must Remember This
Copyright © 2011 by Shanna Vollentine
Unforgettable
Copyright © 2011 by Shanna Vollentine
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