You are mine

Blackmailing her

Anastasia sat on her bed and stared at her phone. His number was typed in and she waited for the moment she had enough courage to finally call him. It's not like you call somebody famous every day. But this was for work and she had to do it.

Dressed in her pj's and fluffy pink slippers, she pushed call and waited it for to ring. After 4 rings he picked up: "James!" he said, his voice soft and like velvet on her.

"Hello! I'm Anastasia. I'm calling from New York Times." she said in a shaky voice, her hands trembling from what looked like fear. "Hmm... I have waited for this call all day!" he responded.

"Well. I'm calling for the interview. We should set up a date for it!" she said, taking out her day diary and reaching for a pen on the bedside table. "So, a date huh?" he asked, laughing. "How about next week, on Monday?" she asked, seeing that she had a day off and it would be perfect for her.

"How about tomarrow?" he quickly added.

"Tomarrow really don't work for me. I'm busy at work all day."

"Then how about evening?"

"Sorry, I can't." Anna shrugged.

"Then no interview!" he responded, his voice harsh and commanding.

"No, no, no. Fine, tomarrow evening!" He was blackmailing her, not losing another day to see her. That was his plan- find her, ask her and then maybe sleep with her. Well, he had kissed her and he already knew that the interview had eminent importance to NYT. So there was no way she could decline.

"Right answer! Text me your address and I will pick up you at your apartment at 8!" he said in a firm voice.

"Ok."

Anastasia hung up as fast as she could, not even saying anything else. She typed in her address and hit send. She dropped her phone on the bed and took out her laptop. First she had to do some googleling, so she had something to start with. Mr. Clause had sent her some questions, but these where only about his new movie. Nothing about himself or his family. This was what people were intrested about, some dirt and revealed secrets.

Scrolling down on the first page, an article about his recent premier popped out. A young bimbo in his hand, a huge grin on her face, pulling him closer to her. Well... He was the man she thought of- a womanizer, ready to jump into bed with anyone. He would have any chick he wanted, all the money in the world and all the success he needed. Atleast blackmailing her would end after one encounter they would have. So prepare for a showdown, Anna, an interview with the most desired man in the world.

Next morning, Laura and Anna drove to work in a hurry. Sleeping in and going back into the apartment to take her notes, they almost were late for work. She parked her car infront of the coffee shop next to the NYT building and locked the doors. They both ran in as only the sound of Laura's furious voice echoed in the front lobby. "I can't belive we slept in!" she said, pulling off her coat in her way to the elevator. "It's all my fault. We shouldn't have watched that movie." Anna replied, her bag hanging over her shoulder and worried face painted on her face. They stepped into the elevator and without waiting for anybody else, she pushed the number to her floor and hushed the door to be closed. Taping her feet on the floor, she looked up to see the floor numbers to change.

"So, did you set the date for the interview yet?" Laura asked, grinning.

"Yes. Today!" Anna replied, fixing her hair up into a sloppy bun and taking a last look into the elevator's mirror.

"What? Already?" Laura asked surprised.

"Yes. He kind of blackmailed me, if we don't do this today, then he wouldn't even give one." She responded looking at the time and it was 5 minutes after eight.

"What?" Laura almost screamed into her ear and Anna was happy that moment that they were alone in the elevator.

The door opened and Anastasia exited first and Laura rushed after her. She sat behind her desk and took out her notes. She was relived that nobody said anything. After few hours of editing and final adjustments Anna sent her work on the chief's mail. She opened her mailbox and saw that James had sent him an e-mail. She opened it and read the subject: 'our date'. Was he kidding? Date? It wasn't a date, it was a job interview.

James's POV

Letting out a sigh, James looked around in his closet and couldn't decide what to wear. A suit? Jeans? Something casual? He felt like a woman who couldn't make up his mind about clothes. Yet, he wanted to impress her and kind of indimidate her. He had that effect on women, but somehow it didn't work on her on the first time. He sent her a mail about their date and mentioned that he would be picking her up few minutes after 8.

He crabbed the car keys and drove down in his elevator. Adjusted his jacket and took out his phone. He dialed it and after few rings she answered. "Hey, I'm on my way!" he said, with that shallow voice he used on every women.

"Ok. I'm already finished and on my way home!" she replied, and sounded that she was in the car driving.

"Bye gorgeous. See you soon!" he said with a husky voice.

He sat in his car and drove off. That chick would look nice in his bed, tied to the bedposts, naked and needy. Divorced once already, he was on the lookout for somebody to use for casual sex. He had loved only once and after a bitter break-up, he wouldn't fall in love anymore. He used women for his own pleasure, to release tension and after one night he would discard them.

Speeding throw the New York traffic in his Austin, he thought about what he would say to her, so she would agree to go back into his apartment. Usually 'my place or yours' was enough, but with Anna, he had to work harder. He wasn't pleased about the first rejection she gave him, so this time he had to think about something else.

He parked his car infront of her apartment building and stepped out. He looked around and it seemed like a shady neibourhood. Streets were empty and darkness fell to the city. Streetlights lighting the road, he leaned against his car and waited. Her car was parked only few slots away from his. He waited and waited. He looked at the time and it was quarter after eight. Getting almost impassient, he took his phone from his pocket and dialed her number. After two rings, tone went silent. She rejected his call. What? The door downstairs opened and Anna stepped out. Wearing knee high black leather boots, dark skinny jeans and white lace top, she looked breathtaking. Her hair fell on her back and she was carrying her laptop and folders.

Serious about her work, hah?- he thought. Gorgeous, hard working and sexy. That girl was going to be his.