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Nothing pissed me off more than being pitied.
Well, being escorted out of a press conference and being fired probably trumped being pitied, but I still didn’t like it.
I rolled my eyes. “That’s none of your business. What do you want?”
“I’m picking up a to-go order.” He squared his shoulders, and his face hardened.
It took everything in me not to laugh.
“You must beCaptain Jack Sparrow?” I mocked.
“Just trying to keep a low profile,” he said, glancing around to see that the place was practically empty. “Hey, for the record, I didn’t know you’d lost your job over what happened at that press conference. I’m hoping you got a call today?”
Anger coursed through my veins. Who the hell did this guy think he was?
“I don’t need you sticking your nose into my business. I’m not taking that job back because I never should have been fired. I was doing exactly what I was supposed to do.”
“Just take the goddamn job,” he said, his jaw clenching like he was aggravated.
“Oh, I’m sorry if getting me fired has inconvenienced you. I’m going to write as a freelancer until I get hired by a magazine that respects its reporters. So, unless you want me to interviewyou, I’m going to treat you exactly the way that you treated me.” I slammed the bag of food against his chest and turned around and shouted to Lionel to come help me.
“You’re ridiculous,” he said with an annoyingly sexy smirk on his face.
He had no idea just how ridiculous I could be.
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Lincoln
She’d just slammedme in the chest with a bag of ribs and called over some teenage kid, who was a scrawny little thing. The dude couldn’t weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet.
“Uh, yes, Miss Brinkley, did you need something?” the small dude said, turning his gaze to me before his eyes bulged. “You’re, oh my gosh, you’re Lincoln Hendrix.” He proceeded to bend over to grab his knees as he started hyperventilating and wheezing.
“Lionel!” Brinkley snapped, shooting him a look that basically said she’d harm him if he didn’t do what she said. “Escort this man out of here, please.”
“Really?” I said with a chuckle. “I’m standing next to the door, and I’m on my way out. You’re going to make this poor kid have a panic attack just to prove a point?”
“Damn straight. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass,Captain.”
I barked out a laugh now because she was absolutely out of her mind.
And hot as hell.
“Don’t worry about it, Lionel. I was just leaving. Thanks for the food, sweetheart.”
Once again, she held her hand up and flipped me the bird. Her pretty, pink lips pursed together, and she raised a brow, waiting for me to leave.
Lionel sheepishly moved toward me and pushed the door open before whispering, “Is there any way that I could get your autograph?”
“Lionel!” she shouted from a few feet away again. “No fraternizing with the enemy.”
I quickly took the pen and the pad he was holding in his trembling hand and signed it for him. “You better get back in there. She’s a bit terrifying.”
He chuckled. “Thanks. She doesn’t work here, though. She’s just helping out her brother. Come back real soon.”
I’d just been escorted out, and he was already inviting me back?
I almost laughed as I held up my hand and waved as I walked down the street.
