Slowly the office starts to clear out until I’m the only one left sitting at my desk. Warren never comes out of his office to tell me what I need to do. Clearly it’s not as important as he made it seem earlier. I wait another ten minutes before I get irritated and grab my purse to leave. I’ve been sitting out here for over forty-five minutes and nothing.
When I pass his office, I don’t even see him inside. What the heck? How does he keep becoming a bigger and bigger jerk? I huff, hitting the button for the elevator. I send Scott a text telling him I’m on my way. At least I’ll be able to get something to eat. I hope they have half price appetizers or something.
I push into the restaurant seeing everyone at the bar. Scott waves me over. Todd says something to him that has him punching him in the shoulder, making him laugh.
“Hey,” I say, taking the seat next to Scott.
“Glad you could make it.” He pushes his plate towards me. I steal one of the mozzarella sticks. “Drink?”
“I’ll have a water for now.”
“Really?” He lifts his eyebrows at me.
“I have a small headache,” I lie. He orders me water before pulling a bottle of Advil out of his messenger bag and giving me two pills.
“What are you doing down here?” My heart drops to my stomach at the sound of that deep voice. I slowly turn to face Warren. He towers over me. “I told you to stay late in the office.”
“I thought you left.” He grabs the pills from out of my hand, tossing them on the table. Everyone is staring at us. I wonder if this is normal behavior or if I’m getting the extra asshole special.
“You don’t take random pills from people. We’re leaving.” He starts to walk back out of the restaurant, clearly thinking that I should be following him. Not wanting to push my luck and get removed from the office permanently, I grab my bag and run after him.
He holds the elevator door open, letting me step on first. For once he shows a little bit of manners. Who knew he had it in him? I’m never going to understand all those articles about what a great man Warren is. I’m guessing they are bought and paid for by some PR firm or something. You really can’t believe everything you read.
The air in the elevator grows thick as we ride up together.
“When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it.” He doesn't even glance my way as he issues his command. He really must not like the look of me.
“Yes, sir,” I say in my sweetest voice.
He sucks in a deep breath. “Don’t push it.” The doors slide open a moment later, thankfully. I step off and go directly to my desk. Warren goes straight into his office. A few minutes later he comes out with a binder in his hands.
“I need three copies of each of these contracts.” He drops them down on my desk. He doesn’t say another word to me. He turns and walks back into his office, slamming the door behind him.
I smile, thumbing through the contracts and wondering if I already have something good.
Chapter Four Warren
“Taking drugs from somebody you barely know. What a naïve fool. She should be locked up!” I rant in the privacy of my office. The girl is going to end up kidnapped and locked in some madman’s dungeon by the end of the week. It’s a miracle she’s survived this long without me.
I shove an angry hand through my hair. If she’d listened to me and stayed in the office instead of going to eat with her co-workers, none of this would’ve happened. I mean, yes, the co-workers are safe, but what if she had dinner with someone else? She shows the sense of a gnat.
I want to storm out of my office and paddle her ass until she promises she won’t do that again. In fact, she shouldn’t take anything from a man—not medicine, not a hand across the street, not money, nothing. She shouldn’t be talking to men at all. No contact with the opposite sex. She should come into my office and lock herself inside, never leaving unless it’s with me and there’s a bag over her head so no one can see how beautiful she is. They’d want to steal her.
I collapse into my office chair. The thoughts I’m having are not normal. I need to get back to my old self, the one who pays no attention to women because they are completely unnecessary to my happiness and life goals. I need a distraction and some protection—from her and myself. I pick up the phone and dial.
“Christina Vazquez’ phone. She’s not here at the moment so—”
“Christina,” I interrupt her fake voice mail message. “It’s me. War.”
“I know. I recognized your number on my caller ID.” She laughs.
“Why’d you act as if it was voicemail then?” I grumble irritably.
“To hear you get all worked up. It’s funny.”
I scowl at the phone. “You’re an actress; not a comedian.”
“I can be both.”
“Well, be both in my office then. I’ll see you in fifteen.”
“I can’t. I’m on a date with my co-star. The studio wants us to be papped for publicity.”
“I’ll send them a photo of the two of you in bed.”
“Not that kind of publicity. Besides, I’m not sleeping with this guy. He’s got bad breath, and I actually deserve an Oscar for the way I pretend to be in love with him.”
“All the more reason to ditch his ass and come help me. I’m drowning.”
I hang up because I don’t want to hear her excuses and make a beeline for the bathroom. Leila—I looked her up after she left my office—doesn’t even acknowledge my presence as I walk by. I slam
