into you.” She handed her the papers. “I’m actually looking for Tony. I need to get some mockups for Vincent.”
“He’s down at the end of the hall, last door on the left. Sorry I can’t stay and chat.” Mrs. Dee tapped the folder in her hands. “I have another presentation to get busy on. Have a nice day, Lexi.”
“Thank you!” Lexi called after her, wishing she had been able to ask her a few questions about dealing with Tony.
She crept down the hall, and found the door to the production room open.
A small group of people were gathered around a table. Not feeling comfortable disturbing them, Lexi stood silently in the doorway until someone noticed her there.
“Can I help you?” one of the women asked as she looked over her shoulder.
“Sorry to interrupt. I’m looking for Tony?” A dark haired man stood up, his eyes blatantly roaming over Lexi’s body. Her stomach began to lurch as he stepped closer with a sneer on his face.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Vincent sent me down to get the Max ad mockups,” Lexi said, backing away from Tony as subtly as possible.
“Vincent sent you down?” He barked out a laugh. “Did you hear that, guys?
Vincent sent her down here.” The group stopped what they were doing and began chuckling while Tony folded his arms across his chest and leaned closer. “How is my dear friend, Vincent ? Does he still have that large pole jammed up his ass?”
Lexi did her best to keep her composure, but everything about Tony gave her the creeps. Vincent was right—he was an asshole, and for some reason Tony seemed to have a major beef with Vincent too.
Tony crept closer and dipped his head toward her neck unexpectedly, drawing in a deep breath. “Mmmmm. I’d love to get a taste of you, honey.”
65
Victoria Michaels
Creep.
After the day she’d had, Lexi was done playing Tony’s game. “First, my name is Lexi, not ‘honey.’ Second, I need those mockups now. Vincent’s waiting.” How she managed to say that with such authority and conviction, Lexi had no idea, but she thanked her lucky stars that it worked. Her sharp response knocked Tony off guard and, more importantly, shut him up for a second.
When he heard the snickers behind him, he snapped out of it and went on the offensive again. “Let him wait. What do I care? I think we still have a few things to touch up on them, anyway. I’ll get it to him tomorrow, maybe.” Tony snarled. “Now where were we?” A sinister grin slid across his face as he stepped closer to Lexi, practically backing her up against a wall.
She stuck out her hand and planted it firmly on the center of his chest, allowing her nails to dig into his flesh as he tried to press in closer. I am not a doormat, she reminded herself .
“ We weren’t anywhere. You were bringing me those mockups in the next thirty seconds, or I’ll happily pass on the second part of the message from Vincent, which has to do with you being fired if you make me wait for them any longer than that.” She dropped her hand so Tony wouldn’t feel how badly she was trembling as she faked her bravado.
The humor and slimy charm were wiped off Tony’s face by Lexi’s biting words. They were soon replaced by simmering rage. He turned on his heel and stalked across the room, snatching up two large presentation boards and thrusting them at Lexi.
“Anything else you need, honey?” he sneered, trying to save a little face.
Lexi paused to appraise the boards, even though she had absolutely no idea what they were supposed to look like. She wanted to make him squirm, arrogant jerk that he was. She felt Tony’s beady eyes lock on her as she kept him waiting.
The room heaved a collective sigh of relief when Lexi smiled sweetly.
“This should do it. If Vincent has a problem with them, I’m sure you’ll hear from him yourself.” She gave a polite wave to the rest of the group. “Thank you for your help. Have a great day.”
When the door was safely
“He’s down at the end of the hall, last door on the left. Sorry I can’t stay and chat.” Mrs. Dee tapped the folder in her hands. “I have another presentation to get busy on. Have a nice day, Lexi.”
“Thank you!” Lexi called after her, wishing she had been able to ask her a few questions about dealing with Tony.
She crept down the hall, and found the door to the production room open.
A small group of people were gathered around a table. Not feeling comfortable disturbing them, Lexi stood silently in the doorway until someone noticed her there.
“Can I help you?” one of the women asked as she looked over her shoulder.
“Sorry to interrupt. I’m looking for Tony?” A dark haired man stood up, his eyes blatantly roaming over Lexi’s body. Her stomach began to lurch as he stepped closer with a sneer on his face.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Vincent sent me down to get the Max ad mockups,” Lexi said, backing away from Tony as subtly as possible.
“Vincent sent you down?” He barked out a laugh. “Did you hear that, guys?
Vincent sent her down here.” The group stopped what they were doing and began chuckling while Tony folded his arms across his chest and leaned closer. “How is my dear friend, Vincent ? Does he still have that large pole jammed up his ass?”
Lexi did her best to keep her composure, but everything about Tony gave her the creeps. Vincent was right—he was an asshole, and for some reason Tony seemed to have a major beef with Vincent too.
Tony crept closer and dipped his head toward her neck unexpectedly, drawing in a deep breath. “Mmmmm. I’d love to get a taste of you, honey.”
65
Victoria Michaels
Creep.
After the day she’d had, Lexi was done playing Tony’s game. “First, my name is Lexi, not ‘honey.’ Second, I need those mockups now. Vincent’s waiting.” How she managed to say that with such authority and conviction, Lexi had no idea, but she thanked her lucky stars that it worked. Her sharp response knocked Tony off guard and, more importantly, shut him up for a second.
When he heard the snickers behind him, he snapped out of it and went on the offensive again. “Let him wait. What do I care? I think we still have a few things to touch up on them, anyway. I’ll get it to him tomorrow, maybe.” Tony snarled. “Now where were we?” A sinister grin slid across his face as he stepped closer to Lexi, practically backing her up against a wall.
She stuck out her hand and planted it firmly on the center of his chest, allowing her nails to dig into his flesh as he tried to press in closer. I am not a doormat, she reminded herself .
“ We weren’t anywhere. You were bringing me those mockups in the next thirty seconds, or I’ll happily pass on the second part of the message from Vincent, which has to do with you being fired if you make me wait for them any longer than that.” She dropped her hand so Tony wouldn’t feel how badly she was trembling as she faked her bravado.
The humor and slimy charm were wiped off Tony’s face by Lexi’s biting words. They were soon replaced by simmering rage. He turned on his heel and stalked across the room, snatching up two large presentation boards and thrusting them at Lexi.
“Anything else you need, honey?” he sneered, trying to save a little face.
Lexi paused to appraise the boards, even though she had absolutely no idea what they were supposed to look like. She wanted to make him squirm, arrogant jerk that he was. She felt Tony’s beady eyes lock on her as she kept him waiting.
The room heaved a collective sigh of relief when Lexi smiled sweetly.
“This should do it. If Vincent has a problem with them, I’m sure you’ll hear from him yourself.” She gave a polite wave to the rest of the group. “Thank you for your help. Have a great day.”
When the door was safely
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