Katie Couric's crooked smile never left her face as she sat across from Tom Selleck during their interview. She absent-mindedly stroked her pen while he answered question after question. She was a pro at interviewing. This is why she was able to envision Tom's naked form over hers without slipping up or fumbling over words.
"One thing we've all noticed - the women at least have noticed -," Katie flashed her full smile when she said this. "we've noticed how well you've stayed in shape. Have you always been a health nut or what?"
Tom flashed his own smile at Katie when she asked this, his eyes never leaving the rise and fall of her silk blouse. He was taken by her walnut-crushing calves and cutie-pie face. He had a full video library at home of her interviews, just the ones where she wore skirts. Like most men in America, he was hooked on the looks and on-screen personality of morning TV's favorite hostess.
"Well, guys like David Hasselhoff makes it hard to stop working out," Tom joked. "So, I have to keep up the swimming, the push ups, I still jog and hit the weight room..."
As Tom ran down his diet and exercise regimen, Katie noticed as his would quickly flex his chest or biceps. She knew then something had to happen.
After the show had wrapped, Katie was in her dressing room trying to compose a simple but sexy note to be sent to Tom's hotel. Dressed in her bathrobe and slippers, she was annoyed by the sudden knocking at the door.
"Who's there, please?" She tried her best not to sound as pissed as she really was.
