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“It’s procedure,” she assures me as the big brute walks around the desk.
I point at him. “If you touch me, I will knee you in the balls. I mean it. There’s a reason my boots have pointy toes.”
“Then there’s only one other way,” the receptionist declares, clucking her tongue.
“What do you mean one other way?”
“You need to do seven star jumps with your tongue hanging out. If we hear any weapons jingling, we will secure you in a room until the police arrive,” she explains, getting to her feet.
My eyes widen. “Are you for fucking real?”
“Please don’t use that tone in here,” Joe rumbles, his tone threatening.
I eye him again. I think I could take him. I might get some bumps and bruises, but I’m not letting that fucker touch me.
And why does he look so familiar? I swear I’ve seen him before.
“Hey, you,” the security guy from downstairs yells, and I see him rushing towards me.
I glance at Joe. “I will do anything you want if you tell him to back off.”
He arches a brow as he crosses his arms over his muscular chest.
I guess that’s a no.
So I run past Joe, around the desk, and before any of them can stop me, I throw open the door.
And get tackled from behind.
I go down, and my fucking god. “My boobs,” I cry out. “You fucking arsehole. Want me to do that to your fucking balls?”
Laughter reaches my ears and I glance up, blowing the hair out of my face, to find Hayden swinging in a chair, laughing. “You bitch!” I hiss.
“Boss, you can get up. She’s Hayden’s family,” Clay announces, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I told you this would end badly.”
I push up, making sure to catch the dude in the shin. I feel smug when he hisses out in pain. “He’s your boss?” I ask when I get to my feet.
“No, his name is Boss,” Hayden replies.
I glare at the man in question. “Ever touch me again,Boss, and I will have your balls on a skewer.”
Joe chuckles as he makes his way into the room, dropping down on the sofa. “She really is related to you.”
Boss doesn’t even acknowledge me or offer an apology. “I’m sorry for disrupting your meeting, sir.”
Clay waves him off. “It’s all good. You can go back downstairs.”
“And trip on your way down,” I mumble under my breath. Then I focus on Joe, and gone is the serious expression. Now he’s smiling. “Holy fuck. You’re Griffin McCallister.”
“Actually, I’m Joe King. Griffin is my character.”
“You’re fucking joking,” I tease.
He’s filming the second series of a television drama right now that has been trending everywhere. Everyone is talking about the hot new actor. Even I had to wipe the drool off my lip when I watched an episode.
“Yeah, my name’s actually Joe Fisher.”
“You look different in person.”
