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I just spilled Eli’s coffee.
And then wiped his crotch with my sleeve.
I coughed, clearing my throat at the same time. “I am Olivia, but am I the Olivia? I don’t know.” I shrugged dramatically, giving him a little goofy smile.
He had no reaction whatsoever.
“Owen is my older brother,” I said quietly, tasting copper from biting my cheek a little too hard.
He blew out a sharp breath, his eyes dropping to his suit. “Fucking figures. Come with me back to the office and you can take my dry cleaning.”
“Dry cleaning?” I echoed, jogging to catch up with him as he was already leaps and bounds ahead of me. “I thought that I was going to work as a writer for you? I have a whole list of screenplays and other examples of my work.” I was literally having to run to keep up with his long, powerful strides to the elevators.
He should’ve been an athlete.
However, he didn’t respond to my comments about my writing. In fact, he wasn’t even looking at me as he pressed the button.
I barely made it in beside him before the doors closed, huffing as I brushed my hair out of my face. “You’re fast. I may need to get a gym membership. I’m so out of shape—like a penguin trying to keep up with a cheetah.” I laughed at my own joke, just like always.
He looked down at me, his face stone-cold. “Uh, okay.”
I nodded, looking away from him and staring at the maroon walls of the elevator. It was a hideous color, really, but I was not the person to ask when it came to things like that. My style was lacking, and as I stole a glance back over at Eli, who was everything I had seen in the pictures, I couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated.
His dark wavy hair was styled just perfectly, his bright blue eyes focused on the door—like he couldn’t wait to get away from me. His complexion was probably better than my own, and his clean-shaven square jaw really showed that off. Eli looked like he had just been pulled out of a magazine and stuck right here in front of me...
Well, other than the coffee stains all over his suit.
Whoops.
“So, you said I was going to be taking care of your dry cleaning?” I asked, just as the doors opened to the seventeenth floor. “What does that consist of? Again, I’m not sure if you heard me, but I was planning on writing. I brought all my—”
“You can wait just outside of my office in the waiting area while I change. The dry cleaners I use is Elite Cleaners, not far from here.”
I snickered. Elite Cleaners—very fitting.
“I’m sorry, is something funny?” He turned to me, his eyes suddenly a little icy as his gaze bore into mine. “Because there’s nothing funny about the stain on my brand-new suit.”
“I’m sure you can afford to get another one,” I blurted out before I could stop myself, my hand clamping over my mouth as my eyes went wide.
His lips actually curled upward a little, showing signs of a potential smile. “I think you should just focus on getting this one to the cleaners for me.”
“Yes, sir.” I followed him through the extremely luxurious office, most of the people sitting at their desks and paying absolutely no attention to me at all. In fact, it almost felt like I was invisible as we disappeared into a small waiting area outside of a large black door.
“Good morning, Mr. Whiss,” a young, dark-headed woman said as we entered the area. “You look...” her voice trailed off as her eyes landed on the massive dark stain on his suit. “Um, do you want me to call Elite to come and pick that up?”
“That won’t be necessary,” he said with a bright smile. “I’ll have Miss Gray here take it for me.”
Her eyebrows shot upward as she suddenly noticed my presence. “Ah, the new help starts today—I forgot.”
“I’m Olivia.” I stuck out my hand, ignoring the judgmental look. After all, maybe she just had a resting bitch face or something.
“Brittany.” She didn’t take my hand, merely giving it a glance before looking back to Eli. “What about lunch? Are you still meeting with Mr. Ronaldo? Or would you like me to reschedule that?”
“Uh, nah, let’s just leave the meeting the way it is. I can fit it in before the meeting with the production crew. What about the party tonight for Mason? Is everything still lined up for that? It’s his birthday, and he deserves a hell of a party.”
Brittany laughed lightly and flawlessly, flipping her thick dark hair over her shoulder. “Absolutely. I worked out everything with the caterers. I think it’s going to be a hit—just like all the office parties are.”
“Only because you’re so great at it.” Eli gave her a wink before heading into his office and shutting the door. I crinkled my nose up in disgust at the exchange. He was one of those kinds of guys.
