One Night

Battle of Words

AN: This is dedicated to abbgail because she gave me the idea to write in Josh'sPOV, so enjoy! 

*Josh's Point of View* 

After I left Savanna's office and headed over to PR, Ashley was waiting at her office door. She looked me up and down, smiling, her eyes clearly enjoying the view. Ugh, don't get me wrong. She was cool, pretty and nice. I just didn't like the way she stared at me, like I was a dessert she was about to eat. I didn't even like her like that. I only had eyes for Sav.

"Hey, Joshie!" She greeted, her smile was even bigger now. I cringed, but plastered a smile on my face. I didn't want to be rude.

"It's just Josh," I corrected, politely, knowing I only liked Savanna calling me that. She made it sound sexy. Ashley looked a little crestfallen as she brushed back her light brown hair, brushing off what I said.

"Sorry," she said, before turning around. I followed her into the office. "So, I have something to for you to take up to Mr. James," she said, picking something up off of her desk. She turned around, her smile gone. But it was still apparent that she was checking me out. 

"These are the claims for the new book they've decided to publish before another company calls dibs and Mr. James needs to look over them I send them out. Don't come back unless he's given you the ok," she said, handing a Manila envelope to me. I nodded, and went back to the elevator, feeling her eyes on me. 

I seemed to be going back to this thing a lot. I bet this gets used  a lot besides me. I tapped nervously on the envelope. I really didn't want to see Mr. James again. He just got on my nerves. I caught him more than once during dinner, eyeing Savanna. I glared, but then I noticed Danielle looking at me, so I felt like I couldn't say anything. I just got this feeling that if I didn't make sure Savanna knew that we were a thing, Mr. James would make a move on my woman. And that honestly did not sit well with me. Savanna was my girl and he needed to back off.

The doors opened to the fifteenth floor. I headed to his office. His door was open so I knocked. He looked up from some papers. He seemed surprised to see me again. I stepped in, warily. I was on his territory. He leaned back in his chair. 

"Yes?" he asked. I held up the Manila envelope. 

"This is from PR. Ashley needs you to sign off on the statements before she sends them out," I said, tossing them on his desk. He opened it and glanced over them. He looked up, his eyebrow raised. 

"Ok, you can go now," he said, his tone reminding me of how you would speak to a child. I crossed my arms, already irritated. 

"Ashley said that I should stay and take the papers back until you've signed off on them," I said. "Bosses orders." 

"Technically I am your boss. She's just your higher up," he said. I nodded, not liking the way he talked to me.

He turned back to the papers. While he looked at them, I turned to his windows. They were his entire wall and looked out over Houston. It was pretty cool. It was a nice refresher from inside the building. Granted it did have another amazing view. Savy. I smiled a little, ok that was cheesy. I doubt Savanna would have minded. She seemed to like me being a little cheesy.

"Here take these and get out. I have real work to do," Mr. James snapped behind me. I turned around. He looked tense. 

Do I put him on edge? What's his deal? 

I took the envelope and looked at him.  

"What's the real reason you transferred me?" I asked, know that the answer he gave me earlier was complete bull shit. He raised his eyebrow.