I try to pull my hand out of from his grasp—I’m not sure how to explain our relationship to his coworkers just yet—but he only tightens his grip, refusing to allow me to pull away.
“Relax,” he says in my ear, and I take a deep breath. “It’s going to be okay. You’re just a new face.”
“Okay.”
Curiosity. I can handle that.
Xavier leads me to a table in the back corner, where another muscle-bound man sits. His long, dark hair is pulled back into a low ponytail, and his dark eyes twinkle with intrigue the moment our gazes lock.
The man’s eyes flit from me to Xavier, and he grins as one of his thick eyebrows quirk. “Fresh meat?”
Xavier laughs and bumps fists with the man before pulling out a chair for me to sit in. “Brian “Razor” Rollins, this is Anna, my new assistant.”
Brian stretches his arm across the table. “Nice to meet you.”
I shake his hand. “Likewise.”
Brian turns his attention from me back to Xavier. “Deena’s history then?”
“Ancient,” Xavier replies while taking the menu from the server who approached our table the moment we sat down.
Brian clears his throat and tilts his head to the left. “And she knows that, right?”
Both Xavier and I glance to the other side of the restaurant.
Oh, crap.
Deena glares back at us from where she sits, which is next to a rather built female who I can only assume is Star—the friend Xavier warned me about.
My heart races in my chest. For some reason I believed that night in the hotel would be the last time I ever had to lay eyes on this woman. I certainly didn’t expect her to be here.
The muscle under Xavier’s jaw works beneath his skin. “What the fuck is she doing here?”
“She came in here with Rex. We all were wondering what was going on when you weren’t with her. Is she working for him now?” Brian asks as he cuts into the huge steak on the plate in front of him.
The name Rex instantly rings a bell. That’s the guy who is Xavier’s rival for the championship belt. Why would she do that to Xavier, especially if she had a relationship with him?
Xavier sighs. “That bitch is vindictive as fuck.”
Brian chuckles. “I warned you, brother. That woman has evil written all over her. I just hope she doesn’t come after your new tail here.”
My eyes widen. “Whoa. We’re just—”
“Friends?” Brian cuts me off and winks with an ornery smile. “I know.”
I’m not sure I like his implied tone, and the concern I had once before resurfaces. Exactly how many other women have been in my position? That unnerves me. I’m not used to being just another woman in an absurdly long line.
After Xavier orders the biggest steak they have, I give my order and glance around the restaurant. All the muscle-type men in here seem to be eating like Xavier. It must be part of their training to get all those muscles.
“So, you good now? Ready for tomorrow?” Brian asks Xavier.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
Brian nods. “Good. You know it’s important to have your head on straight. No more fucking around. Rex means business and he’s going to do his best to make you eat mat to prove he’s the ultimate contender for the belt. He’s been gathering backing while you’ve been gone. He’s got one of the writers in his pocket now.”
Xavier leans back in the chair and rolls his ripped shoulders. “Let him try. I’ve been dying to really put a whipping on that fucker. He runs his mouth far too much for my taste. Someone needs to shut him the fuck up.”
“While I’d love nothing more than to witness you doing that very thing, you have to be smart about it. He’s going to try and antagonize you.”
Xavier sighs. “I don’t understand why he can’t do his job like the rest of us. He takes things too far, makes shit personal, and that really pisses me off. I’ll hit him harder than called for, every chance I get.”
“He’s got a death wish, X. He’s going to fight dirty.”
“I thought everything was choreographed? Why does he have to get personal?” I ask.
Brian turns his attention to me. “The man is afraid of X. We all know it, but he’s hell bent on getting that belt, so he’s going to try to exploit and pick at every weakness he can find so he doesn’t have to fight him directly to get it.”
“Deena,” Without meaning to say her name out loud, it slips from my lips.
“Exactly,” Brian agrees. “And you, now that you’re in the mix.”
Xavier rubs his face. “Shit.”
Brian nods. “You walking in here hand in hand…my guess is he’ll try to get to Anna just to press your buttons.”
His brow flinches for a brief second. “She’s too smart for that. She won’t fall for his shit.”
“She might not, but it won’t stop him from trying.”
Brian glances down at his phone. “Got to run, brother. Time to check in with the wifey.” He stands and smiles at me. “Anna, good luck keeping my man on track. You’ve got your work cut out for you. This stubborn ass is pretty set in his ways.”
I laugh as Xavier rolls his eyes. “Thanks.”
The moment Brian walks away, I say, “I like him. He seems fun.”
The waiter sets our food down in front of us, and Xavier cuts into his steak. “Brian is a good guy, and the only real friend I’ve got in this business.”
“That’s hard to believe, what with that charming, outgoing personality you have.” I bump my shoulder into his and Xavier chuckles.
“Keep it up, beautiful. Insubordination will get you punished.”
The water glass pressed to my lips, I stare at him over it and raise my eyebrow. “You don’t scare me.”
He licks his lips slowly as he glances down at my mouth for a brief second. “I should, but I’m glad I don’t.”
The tension between us is driving me crazy. While I know what he’s saying isn’t sexual in any way, my mind instantly takes it to the gutter. It’s the main complication I’ll face, working for a man I find insanely attractive.
I need to refocus and remember the reason I’m here. Maybe that’ll occupy my brain and make me stop thinking of my new boss as an object of desire.
“So when are you going to tell me what my duties are?”
His jaw works around as he chews while considering my question.
After a moment he swallows and asks, “What would you like them to be?”
I shake my head. “That’s not how this works. You’re supposed to give me direction.”
“Direction…” he mumbles. “Okay, the first thing you need to do is stay away from Rex. He bothers you, talks to you—whatever—you let me know.”
“After the conversation I just heard, that goes without saying. What else?”
“Deena used to keep my schedule in order. She’d tell me where I had to be and when. That actually really helped. With everything I have going on, I lose track of interviews and promo shoots.”
“I can do that. Do you have your calendar?”
“It’s on my phone. Text me your email, and I’ll send it over to you.”
Now we’re getting somewhere, and this feels more like a real job. “Anything else?”
“No,” he says flatly. “I prefer to take care of everything else myself. Jimmy deals with all my business affairs, so things are pretty well-handled.”
I probably shouldn’t say this, but I’m going to anyway. “I know this puts my job in jeopardy, but I really don’t think you need me if that’s all the work you’re going to give me. I at least want to feel useful.”
“Just you being here helps more than you’ll ever know. It’s nice to have someone around to talk to who’s not cutthroat like the rest of these motherfuckers around here.”