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“Dude, Brittany won’t bully your sister, and you and I both know she only keeps her job because she’s more organized than anyone I’ve ever met.”
“Yeah, but my sister is...fragile.”
“Owen, chill. Nothing bad is going to happen to your sister while she’s working here. I mean, yeah, I always put the newbies in their place when they start here. You know how writers can be, they’re egotistical. I have to knock them down a few notches before I give them their first job.”
“My sister has already been knocked down plenty of notches.”
“Well, I don’t really need another writer right now.” I glanced over to the samples of her work that Owen had given me weeks ago and I let out a sigh. “But if I have an opening I’ll consider her.”
“Thanks, just...just don’t tell her that. I know that you hired her as a favor to me, and she’s having a hard time with that already.”
“Women,” I snorted, rolling my eyes. “She’ll be fine.”
“I’m serious, Eli,” he warned. “Don’t be a fucking asshole to her.”
“I won’t,” I snapped, just as there was a knock on my office door. “But I have to go. I’ll see you tonight at the party.”
Owen hung up without even saying goodbye, and all I could do was shake my head at the gesture. He was way too worried about his sister’s feelings. I had no intention of hurting the woman—but I had to keep her busy with things to do. There was no place on my writing team, and honestly, I hadn’t even read her shit to know if she was any good...
She had been kicked off a movie set in Los Angeles, ruining her career.
And there had to be a reason for that.
“Come in,” I finally said in the direction of the door as I sat my phone down on my desk.
Olivia poked her head in, her stunning pale-blue eyes meeting mine nervously. “I was just coming in to tell you that I finished cleaning the break room and the bathrooms—and that was the last thing on the list.” She stepped the rest of the way into my office, her perfect little hourglass body in full view for me.
And fuck, was it distracting.
None of the women in the office caught my attention the way she did—and I had no idea why. There was just something about Olivia that stood out to me. Maybe it was the creamy soft color of her skin, the light natural-blonde hair, or the cute little dimple in her chin...
“Um, what do you want me to do now?” Her voice broke through my thoughts as she stood there awkwardly, a coffee stain still on the end of her white sleeve.
“Uh, what time is it?”
She gave me a funny look before her eyes drifted down to her smartwatch. “It’s nearly four, but Owen said you all don’t call it a day until usually around five. I just want to make sure I use all the time to benefit you—so if there’s anything else I can do...”
I nearly laughed, thinking of plenty of ways she could benefit me, but caught myself. “You can call it a day, to be honest. As you probably know, there’s a birthday party tonight for Mason—have you met him yet?”
“No. I haven’t really met anyone. I’ve been too busy trying to finish the list.” Her plump lips were in a flat line, not a tinge of positivity on her face.
“Okay, well I’m sure you’ll get better acquainted this evening. Anyway, it’s cocktail attire and it’s being held here. You’ll be responsible for the cleanup, so you’ll need to stay until everyone else goes home.”
Her mouth opened slightly, and I thought for a second she was going to protest—but she didn’t. “How late do the parties usually last?”
“I don’t know, however long. It just depends on the day, I guess. This is a Friday, so it could run late. No one has to be at work tomorrow, surprisingly. We don’t have any filming planned.”
She nodded, biting her lip in a way that made my cock twitch to life. “Um, have you had a chance to read over the samples that my brother gave you?”
My eyes flickered to the stack of papers. “I haven’t.”
Her face fell, before picking back up. “I see. Owen just told me that he gave you some of my samples—like, weeks ago.” There was a hint of irritation in her voice as she folded her arms across her chest. A flash of cleavage emerged from the somewhat low-cut blouse, but I quickly looked away.
“I’m really busy, and we have a lot of writers that submit things to the company, trying to get on here. We’re really building a name for ourselves in the business, and while I respect your efforts—and your brother—I just don’t have a place for a writer right now.”
“So you didn’t even read them?”
“Why would I read something that I don’t have a place for?” I raised an eyebrow at her and leaned back in my chair. “I get what you’re thinking, because you’re Owen’s little sister, but I don’t play favorites, Olivia.”
