band, freeing them to tumble down her back in the soft waves I remembered from the wedding.
But the expression on her face stopped me from making that mistake. Her brown eyes, flashing fire, her luscious pink mouth set in a distinct frown.
âDonât call me Red,â she snapped at me. âMy name is Piper and if weâre going to be coworkers we need to start acting professional around one another.â
A smile crept to my lips. Her ferocity was adorable to say the least. âSo does that mean you took the job?â I asked, unable to keep the teasing lilt out of my voice this time.
âOf course I did,â she growled, giving me an annoyed scowl. As if she were having a hard time admitting defeat. âWhat choice did I have?â she added, turning away and biting her lower lip in a way that was way too sexy to be work appropriate. âAnd . . . thank you,â she muttered.
âIâm sorry?â I raised an eyebrow. âI didnât catch that last part.â
She glared at me and I had to stifle a laugh. âThank you,â she repeated louder. She closed her eyes for a moment, then sighed heavily. âAnd Iâm sorry about before. I just thought . . . I mean, I assumed . . .â She trailed off, looking miserable.
âYou thought I sabotaged your chance to get the other job so I could have you all to myself,â I concluded. âAw, Red. Thatâs so sweet. But sadly not true.â
She nodded stiffly, scrubbing her face with her hands. âI know. I gathered that,â she said in a quiet, almost defeated voice. âGod, I feel like such an idiot.â
The smirk slid from my face. I walked over and sat down next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder. The gesture was instinctual and was only meant to be friendly, but she stiffened under my touch all the same. I held up my hands in apology and scooted the chair backward to give her space.
âYouâre not an idiot,â I told her in a firm voice. âThey are. I donât know you very well, but youâre clearly a hard, dedicated worker. And a good writer, too. They should have been begging you to take that crappy overnight job.â
She looked up at me, her eyes a bit red. âHow do you know Iâm a good writer?â she spit out, still sounding angry. âJust from that stupid speech?â
âThe speech was good,â I assured her with a small smile. âBut your scripts are much better.â
She stared at me. I grinned, enjoying her shocked expression. âWhat? They were all on the server. Those dummy scripts you wrote for Gary? I logged in last night after the wedding and read through them.â
âYou . . . did?â she said, her eyes wide and astounded. âYou read my scripts?â
âWhat did you think? I made you a producer out of pity? Not a chance. I had to make sure youâd make me look good on air before I took you on. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.â I waggled my eyebrows at her, smiling.
The look on her face, the relief in her eyes, tore at something inside of me. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to continue. âThe truth is, Richard has been after me about a producer for a long time now. My mom, too. And if Iâm going to be forced to have one anyway, I want it to be someone I picked, not them. And so I picked you. Not because I felt sorry for youâtrust me, I am way too much of a selfish bastard for thatâask anyone here.
âI picked you because, well, to be completely frank, I think you want it more than anyone else here. I saw the look in your eyes when you talked about that promotion back at the wedding. That passion, that hunger.â I trailed off, my eyes drifting to the framed photo of my father hanging on the wall above my desk. My mind flashed back to the days when I had felt that passion, too. That pride of following in his footsteps.
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