His Personal Assistant

44. | Rendezvous

"Well, needless to say, you won't have to worry about paparazzi anymore." Lindsey says as she saunters to me, catching up to me on the street. Thankfully, I haven't been swarmed today.

"Why?" I ask my brows furrowed. She hands me her phone, showing the New York Times website. "Daughter of Famous Lawyer, Andrew Hayes, in a relationship with well-known Rockstar? A rockstar?"

"Yep. Told you a new scandal would pop up." She sighs. "My dad's new client is this stupid rockstar, who I happen to have history with—"

"History, huh?" I quirk a brow.

She glares at me. "It was a one-time fling back in high-school. Biggest regret of my life." She scowls. "My dad thought, 'Hey! It'd be a good idea to pair my daughter up with the one dude she hates as a business deal!'"

I hand her phone back. "You do realize I've read more stories about this than I can count?"

She stops and turns to me. "This isn't a story, Naomi. This is real life. And, of course, he has it out to get me, so, I'm fucked. I am royally and totally fucked." She crosses her arms.

"Why does he have it out to get you?"

"I don't know!" She exclaims. "He says one thing and then says the complete opposite, and he seems to have it out for me because apparently it's my fault I didn't call him after our one night together. I specifically told him that it was just a one-time thing, but obviously someone didn't get the fucking memo!"

I raise a brow. "You sure that's it?"

"What else would it be?" She asks, confused.

We continue walking as I shrug, "I don't know. Seems kind of odd that he suddenly has it out for you after a one-night stand. Maybe you thought you told him but didn't?"

"No. I have an amazing memory. I know I told him."

"Even the best brains have their flaws."

We stop at the crosswalk as Lindsey's phone vibrates. "Oh. Would you look at that? It's like he's watching my every move." She huffs. "Princess? Who the hell calls someone 'princess'?"

"Obviously him." I retort. The light turns on and we cross, but Lindsey's face is still glued to her phone.

She scoffs. "Can you believe this guy? He's taking me on a 'date' and he didn't even ask me. He just assumed I'd be willing to go on a date with him." She hurries to me as the cars begin to drive again. A car honks and she throws her arms out. "Fuck off!"

I grab Lindsey's arm. "Okay, let's go."

"It's like people can't wait for other people to walk." She scowls as we walk down the street, to the office.

"Well, your face was in your phone, so you were a little late." I comment.

"Oh, shut up." She scowls. I roll my eyes.