Big Shot. Katy Evans

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       Four

      William

      What the hell?

      I stare at India, wondering who the hell she thinks she is. She shows up here late, looking like she’s been dragged through a bush backward and then she has the audacity to stand there and threaten to quit? I watch her intake of breath as I take a step toward her. To her credit, she keeps her head held high, her eyes never leaving mine even though her breathing quickens.

      Just like my damn heartbeat.

      “What did you just say to me?” I ask, my blood boiling with rage and something else. Something I’ve never wanted to feel for her but can’t seem to control.

      The closer I get, the more her scent reaches and teases my nostrils. Damn her. Still, she tilts her head back, refusing to break our stare-off.

      “You heard me. I quit,” she says defiantly. I can feel my neck and jaw heating up. How dare she humiliate me in front of my clients? I push past her to open the door to my office.

      “Out. Now,” I tell her. She folds her arms, smirking a little. She’s finally letting loose with the rebellious side I knew she had. At the worst possible time.

      “You’re not my boss anymore,” she says, pouting a little. She looks cute as hell. It’s kind of turning me on, which is annoying. I seriously need to focus.

      “We need to talk about this. Wait in your office for me.”

      I push the door open and motion for her to leave.

      India looks like she might protest, but after a few moments she does as I ask. She casts a defiant glare around the room before heading to her office. Behind me, one of my clients, Theodore, lets out a throaty chuckle.

      “Looks like you’ve got a dangerous woman on your hands,” he says, smirking. “Not ideal in an assistant, but—”

      “Excuse me for a moment, gentlemen,” I interrupt, not in the mood to hear this guy’s leering comments. “If you’d like to read over the contracts in the meantime—I’ll be right back.” I take a deep breath, hoping to keep my cool as I head out to speak with India.

      She’s pacing when I enter her office. Her face has taken on a grayish color, but I can tell she’s still angry. She casts a glance back at my office and I see that the men are watching us. Great. An audience is the last thing I needed for this conversation. Still, I need to remind India of her place.

      “Sit down, India,” I say quietly, but firmly. She sinks into her chair, watching me carefully.

      “India, you’ve been a good employee,” I begin.

      She looks surprised at the compliment, but she tries to keep a straight face.

      Suddenly more nervous than when I’m facing an army of corporate suits, I shove my hands into my pants pockets and give her my most commanding look.

      “Which is why I am willing to give you another chance here. It was rash of me to make that comment about firing you, and it was rash of you to consider quitting. After the way you’ve just embarrassed me, I would say you’re lucky I’m feeling so generous.”

      India’s face quickly flits from surprise to anger. “Generous? Are you serious, William?”

      I frown. “You’ve displayed some pretty questionable behavior today, India. Not many people would give you a second chance.”

      “And what about all the second chances I’ve given you?” she counters.

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