“I can’t.”
“I’ll do it for you. I’ll say I’m your assistant.”
She laughed, but not in an amused way. It was the kind that said she thought I was insane.
And I probably was. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I blamed a fat little cupid for striking me with an arrow on that roof.
Or the overconsumption of whiskey with a side of blow.
Either way.
“Name your salary, and I’ll have my lawyer draw up the new hire paperwork tomorrow,” I said.
“No.”
I opened my mouth to offer her my damn house as a signing bonus.
She spoke before I could beg. “I’m not just taking the job. I’ll interview for it.”
“That’s a waste?—”
“An actual interview. With questions and all that.”
“Sure, fine. Tomorrow morning. My house.” Mornings—and I used that term for anything before two PM—weren’t my thing, but I would be up at dawn if it meant seeing her.
“No—”
“Fine. Easton’s office.”
“No,” she emphasized firmly. “I have the other interview in the morning.”
I was already pushing it, so I conceded.
Barely.
“Fine. Tomorrow afternoon at my house.”
“At Easton’s office.” She looked at him to loop him into the discussion. “Ifit’s okay with him.”
“I’ll have June reserve a conference room,” he said, referring to his own admin.
“And I’ll bring the popcorn,” Maddie muttered so softly, I might’ve misheard her.
Greer untucked and retucked her hair, looking two seconds from calling off the whole thing. Instead, she let out a soft exhale and turned to the happy couple.
I couldn’t hear what she said over a sudden booming, “It’s the man of the hour!”
I looked over to see Tony pushing his way through the crowd.
Tony was the perfect Hollywood agent. Unlike the previous one I’d inherited from my father, he didn’t give me shit every time my name showed up on a website. As long as I booked roles—and he got paid—all publicity was good publicity in his mind.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said as he handed me a bottle of whiskey with a big ass bow stuck to it.
I held up my wrist to show the new watch I wore. “You already sent this and a fruit tray.”
“Those were from everyone at Hullywod. This is from me.” He twisted the bottle in my hold. “Incredibly rare. Incredibly expensive. But if you don’t want it…”
He jokingly tugged it from my hold, and I let it go. I didn’t care. I wanted to introduce him to my soon-to-be assistant since they’d be working together, too.
