“Great to finally meet you. Anya talks so highly of you.”
“I come to the floor every single day,” Lottie said.
He held his hand out for her to take. She looked at him like he was going to bite. Quickly, she shook his hand, and made her escape.
“Why did you have to do that?” Anya asked, turning toward him.
“Make her nervous. She probably thinks she’s out of a job now.” Anya shook her head, and pulled out a file. “You have three appointments—”
“Baby, where have you been?”
Xavier turned in time to see Becky throwing her arms around him. Anya’s desk phone had been ringing constantly, and she now took the distraction to pick it up.
Becky’s grip was a damn nightmare, and he tried to pull her off. He’d seen the look in Anya’s eyes. She was … gutted.
“She’s here, thank you, Martha.” She put the phone down, and he saw her eyes were a little teary. “Sir, Becky is here to see you.”
Before he could say anything, Anya turned on her heel, and left.
What the fuck?
“Have you missed me?” Becky asked.
“I kicked your ass out of my office. Why are you back here?”
“Don’t be so silly. I know you were only joking around, and it was so funny. Let’s be serious, you want me. I remember all the amazing times we had, and how much you loved being inside me.”
This was the kind of woman he’d been fucking. He felt sick to his stomach, and he wasn’t happy with how Anya had left him. He was pissed off, angry even. She was his wife, dammit. He’d done everything in his power to make her happy, and she just got up, and walked off.
Becky tried to wrap her arms around him again, and he became aware of people watching.
“Get out of my office,” he said.
She rolled her eyes. This woman was a psycho. He didn’t trust her, and more importantly, he had to go to Anya. She’d looked so damn sad and upset. He had to go and protect her.
“You always play hard to get. If you’re embarrassed, don’t be. They all know that you want me.”
“I don’t.” Grabbing the phone from Anya’s desk, he called security.
The change in Becky was instant. “I’m pregnant.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I am. I’m pregnant with your baby.” She cupped her stomach.
“I haven’t slept with you in a long time, Becky. This is harassment, and I will get a restraining order. That won’t look good for your agent.” The only reason he’d dated Becky was because her agent happened to be a good friend, who asked him to. Xavier was done doing good deeds. Becky was a spoilt brat, used to getting what she wanted, and when she didn’t, she threw a fit.
“When you were drunk, that’s when you slept with me.”
Xavier burst out laughing. “Don’t even try to use that tactic, Becky. When I’m drunk I can’t even get it up. That baby you’re carrying is not mine, if you’re even carrying a baby.” He wouldn’t put it past her to try to lure him into bed to get what she wanted.
Security appeared seconds later, and when he was sure they would deal with it, he went in search of Anya. He found her in the copy room, standing at the machine. Papers came out of one end.
She glanced behind her, and her eyes grew wide. “I thought you’d be busy.”
“I’m actually taken, babe. I got married over the weekend to a pretty good woman.”
“Enough, Xavier. People can hear.”
“I don’t give a fuck what they hear.” He entered the copy room, and closed the door. The blinds were down in the room, and Anya sighed, turning around. This moment was clichéd as fuck, but he wanted her. Damn it, his cock was rock hard, tenting his pants.
“I don’t want everyone to know our business. It’s not important to you like it is to me,” she said. “I had to deal with it when you hired me. I’m lucky I get some respect now.”
“I hear anyone bitch about you, say horrible shit, and I would end them, Anya. Tell me who says anything, and that would be it, done.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Yeah, it really is. You don’t have to make a big deal out of nothing.”