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“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Percy turns and growls at me.
“Taking a picture, grumpy. What is this?” I lean closer examining the protected paper in front of me. It must be the first printing, but I want him to tell me that.
Percy clears his throat and takes a step closer to me, “That’s the first county wide release of the Snow Chronicle, my great grandfather only meant for it to be given out to the people in the town, but too many were made. He offered them for a penny a piece and by the time the day was done he’d sold out. People had come from other towns to read what he wrote. At that time, the governor was trying to get taxes raised again and my great grandfather was one of the only people to get to the truth of the matter even though he could have lost his life for doing so. We’ve kept it in our family and in the company to remind ourselves to stay true and that what we do is not only entertainment, but a civil service.”
This is exactly what I’ve been trying to tell the people where I work. It’s fine if you want to write fluff pieces from time to time, but I’d signed up to bring people real news as well. Why can’t Sam and the rest of management down at Nova Tribune get that?
“That’s amazing. Not many keep true to that. Especially once they’ve already reached the level of success the Snow Chronicle has.” I look up at him, making sure to maintain eye contact instead of letting my gaze roam like I really want to.
“Yeah, sure.” He huffs out a breath before he turns on his heel and walks away without any further explanation. So much for breaking the ice. I want this article to be good. Hell, I want it to be the best article I’ve ever done. Though how does he expect me to make him look good on paper when he’s being so much of an ass.
I follow behind him just as the door to his office is about to close. He doesn’t offer me a seat, water, or anything. He literally is just going on about his day like I’m not here.
“Look Percy, like it or not this is happening.” I walk up closer to his desk and press my hands on my hips. “I don’t want this to be hard, but if that’s how you like it, we can do it that way too.”
His eyebrows jump up and he walks around the desk back into my space. “Hard? What do you know about hard?”
“I know enough to tell you making things hard doesn’t mean I’ll go away. Make this easy. Who knows, maybe you’ll enjoy it.” My fingers tingle, I’m pressing them into my hips so hard. He squints at me for a second before he picks up his thumb and begins to rub on that bottom lips.
What I’d give to bite that thumb right now.
His body moves forward slightly and the intense sea green color of his eyes have changed to a much darker forest color. Though we started the conversation talking about the article, the way he’s leaning into me is telling me we’re talking about a completely different thing right now. Something I want so damn bad right now.
“Oh well, now this is interesting.”
5. percy
What the hell am I doing? I shake the lust burning fog out of my brain as Greg walks into the office. I can go to any bar or event and get a woman, but it’s never really been a driving force for me. Sure, fucking is fun, but the headaches that usually come after aren’t for me. So what the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I get rid of this strange desire to find out what exactly she’s thinking about when she looks at me? Everytime she gets close to me it feels like every muscle in my body tenses with the need to throw her up against the wall and sample every part of her with my tongue.
“Greg, this is Ella Sayers. She’s going to be shadowing me, digging into my business for her article.”
She scoffs and walks over to Greg with an outstretched hand. “I promise you I’m not as bad as he’s trying to make me seem. The Snow Chronicle is a titan in the news media world, it’s an honor to even be in this building.”
Greg smiles brightly, raising one eyebrow in surprise. I’m sure if she turned around to look at me she’d see just as much surprise on my face as well. An honor?
“Well I do appreciate a woman who knows a good value when she sees it.” Greg grabs her hand and instead of just shaking it he bends down and kisses her knuckles.
“Do you have a report for me or are you just here to flirt?” I snap at him. Friend or not I don’t pay him as much as I do for him to be wasting time like this. He has a job to do.
“Of course, I just thought I would give our visitor a warm welcome.” Greg smiles at Ella again and it takes everything in me not to reach over and slam his head into a fucking wall. What the hell does he think he’s doing? She’s not a guest, she’s the enemy. If there’s anyone that knows what is going on, it’s Greg. He was the one to help me find out any information that I do know about her. He knows that she’s blackmailing me, some friend he is.
“She’s welcomed and it was warm. Now can we get on with business?” I hold my hand out for the daily reports and the articles that we are planning to run in today’s paper.
He saunters over to where I am and hands me the items I’ve asked for. He pulls a face and mouths the word hot where he knows she can’t see. I glare at him until he catches on that I’m not in a gaming mood. You’d think he’d be as upset by the fact that she’s here as I am, but it seems like all he can think about is what she looks like.
It’s not like I can’t see that for myself. She’s hot. In fact she’s more than just hot. The woman is pretty much the total package—tight body, beautiful face, independent, and challenging. Still doesn’t change the fact that I’d rather have met her in a different way.
“Shall we get started? I’d love to ask you a few things about the relationship you two have.” Ella says from behind us.
“I don’t think …”
“Sure! That sounds like fun.” Greg quickly pulls up another chair for Ella to sit down. God damn traitor.
* * *
The woman talks all day.
Ella has spent the entire time following me and asking me the most obscure questions about how I choose articles and what drives me to treat my staff the way that I do. She asks me about stories that have stuck with me over the years. She asks me about highschool sweethearts, favorite foods, and even my favorite holiday. By the end of the day I’ve told her more about myself than most people would ever know.
