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cheeks and down
my chest, settling between my legs. Was it possible to be
simultaneously this embarrassed and this turned on? Was I even going
to be able to form words when it was my turn to present?
    Dead, dead, dead, I was so dead.
    I forced myself to focus on Harry’s
words to distract myself from my rampaging libido, though they made
me so sick I soon wished I hadn’t.
    “It’ll be a total rebrand:
‘Girls Gone Wild’ but with a wilder, hotter, more
in-your-face vibe! You drink Knox, you get a party—complete
with all the whiskey-loving babes you can dream of. We’ll get a
hot naked chick on the label, with strategically placed lettering, of
course—” he brought up several potential photos on the
screen, and I tried not to gag, “and here’s what we’re
thinking for TV spots.”
    He hit another button, and moans filled
the room as women writhed in ecstasy across the screen. For a moment
I felt intensely embarrassed for him, accidentally playing us his
porn collection like that during an important meeting.
    Then I saw the whiskey splashing over
their breasts, and I realized that this was actually the ad he wanted
Knox whiskey to go with.
    Was he insane?
    “Sure, there’ll be
controversy,” Harry was saying dismissively, “but any
publicity is good publicity, and that’s how you get the college
crowd. The ones that won’t follow their dicks to us will be
following us based on our stand on free speech. There’s nothing
more like catnip to a college freshman than a banner-waving contest
about—”
    “I hope you’re not implying
we’ll be marketing to underage drinkers,” Hunter cut in.
    Harry blinked, derailed. “What?”
    “College freshmen are eighteen
years old,” Hunter Knox said patiently. “Marketing to
them would not only be illegal, but downright immoral.”
    “Well, obviously we wouldn’t
be selling to them,” Harry said in his
‘I-have-to-say-this-for-the-lawyers’ voice. “But if
we can get in there as early as possible, establish brand
recognition, then we can create a desire in the marketplace for—”
    “I’m afraid I’m not
terribly interested in customers who—how did you so poetically
put it—are led to us by their dicks. For one thing, it’s
a terrible mental image that I may never be able to fully scrub from
my mind.” Hunter’s voice had been dryly amused, but now
it hardened, heated steel underlying his words. “For another,
it pisses on everything I hold sacred about this company, which I’ll
remind you is a family business, and the trust it has put in me.”
    Harry gaped, as if he couldn’t
comprehend a universe in which a man hadn’t decided to put a
naked woman on his product. Around the table, the rest of the
Douchebros sagged, deflating like balloons with day-old helium.
    “Now hold up just a minute,”
Chuck argued, leaning over to his boss. “We haven’t heard
them out yet. Maybe they’re a little gung-ho, but new
directions are why we approached this company. No sacred cows,
remember? Not if we want the share price to go anywhere anytime soon.
What else do you boys have in mind?”
    The Douchebros immediately perked up,
like Rottweilers who’d heard a dog whistle in the distance.
    “ You’re the one who
said we needed new directions,” Hunter said with a dark look at
Chuck. “I agreed because you’ve had good ideas in the
past, but I’m the CEO here, and if I think something pisses all
over the good work this company has done, then that’s the final
word.”
    Chuck looked like he wanted to argue,
but Hunter didn’t give him a chance, turning to me instead.
“What about you?” he asked, a slight smile quirking his
lips, bringing a touch of playfulness to his stern face. “I’m
guessing you have plenty of opinions.”
    Oh, he definitely remembered every word
I’d said. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
    Still, it didn’t seem like he
resented it or anything. Maybe…
    I stood, trying to project a confidence
I didn’t feel.
    “You don’t