If You Believe (George Harrison/Beatles FanFic)

Chapter 6

A/N - Hi my happy Beatlemaniacs! I managed to complete an extra bonus update during the week and started it off with one of my favorite pictures of George...up close and personal. Am I right? I really wanted to thank you so much for keeping up with the story and for your votes and comments. It means so much to me. And I know I am so far behind in keeping up with reading your stories and answering the comments you left! I promise to catch up soon! But I've been having fun writing about George and Annie and am grateful you're enjoying it too! Happy reading! :-) Lara

January, 1975

Annie walked into the office at 8am the next day, greeted immediately by Baxter with a shit-kicking grin on his face. "How was New York?"

"Oh, just fine. George met with his producer and then his law team. Everything went smoothly."

"No paternity suits? That's unusual."

"Are you on George's side or someone else's?" Annie asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Depends on who is the biggest asshole of the day," he answered. "Now tell me how much you missed me."

"Like a hunk of Limburger Cheese," Annie grinned.

"Isn't that a rotten, smelly old cheese?" he asked, wincing.

"Yes. Wet dog combined with filthy old socks."

"I'll have you know I buy the most expensive after shave in the free world."

"That doesn't mean it smells good," Annie reminded him and Baxter laughed.

"And then what about our date? The hockey game is next weekend."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Baxter. I just can't. I'm seeing someone and it wouldn't be right," Annie confessed, her apology sincere.

"Please don't tell me you've been sucked into the George Harrison vortex?"

"Honestly, that's none of your business, Baxter. You and I are work friends and that doesn't lend itself to deep confessions."

"You HAVE been sucked into the vortex!" he exclaimed, sitting down hard in the chair in her office. "Get out Annie. Get out while you can. Can't you see he's using you for sex and you're using him because he was a fucking Beatle? I'm so sick of that Beatlemania shit."

Annie walked out of her office silently, heading to get a cup of coffee. When she returned, Baxter was still sitting in the chair.

"Do you know how many women he's fucked riding on his Beatle moniker?" Baxter looked at her. "Not a few. Not dozens. How 'bout hundreds? Fucking hundreds, Annie. You're just another number. Don't you want to feel special---not one out of a thousand? And talk to Terry. You're traveling down her path. Last I heard she went out to New York to face him, but when George moves on, he really moves on and doesn't look back. He burns through women like kindling on a fire."

"I appreciate your concern Baxter, I really do. But I have to get some work done here. I am swamped. And you're not helping."

"Let me take you out for lunch to talk this through. I'm not being a shithead here. I'm honestly concerned about you."

"Again, thank you Baxter, but I'm going to work through lunch I think. Way too much to do."

"And how are you going to face Terry? Have you thought about that, Missy?" he asked with a bite appearing in his voice.

"Go, Baxter. Go." Annie pointed to the door.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he offered, then stood up and left her office.