“I could style shiny, sparkling, unicorn fracking rings around you, Mr. I-Am-Too-Sexy-For-This-Shirt. I could beat you in a mother-blessed style-off with one hand tied behind my back and a pirate patch over one eye. I am fan-fickle-fantastic at what I do, which you would know if you have a good gosh darn about anyone else than yourself!” Her voice had risen and Carter and Liam had taken a step back from her, their mouths open and their eyes wide. If she wasn’t so mad, it would be funny. “Mia,” Liam tried again, braving her wrath to try and reason with her but she couldn’t be reasoned with. She saw her one and only opportunity to show everyone in her life that she was more than just the Minnie-Mouse-baby-sister-princess slipping through her fingers and she was grasping wildly at anything she could to stop her career from free-falling over a cliff. “Just give me a chance to prove myself,” she said, pushing her shoulders back and lifting her chin. “Throw me a fudge cookie crumb and
Liam was aware of the office staring at them as he urged Mia—his hand still wrapped around her elbow—across the main floor of the office and into his sanctum. He slammed the door closed and released her, shaking his hand out to get rid of the tingling sensation that had been burning up his arm since he touched her. Releasing her was the last thing he wanted to do. What he really wanted was to push her against his desk, kiss the ever-living shit out of her and then reacquaint himself with her body. But he didn’t. Instead, he stalked around the desk to put the large, solid piece of furniture between them and pointed to the chair for her to sit in. He sank slowly down into his own chair, clasping his hands tightly and leaning them on the desk so he wouldn’t reach across and drag her onto his lap. It was fucking ridiculous how much he wanted her and how much his caveman's brain had taken over his rational, stable mental capacity. He was breathing hard and when he looked up at Mia, s
Mia looked at him for a beat and he wondered if she was having flashes of what happened between them that night and then she shook her head to clear it or maybe in answer to his question. “Peyton doesn’t know,” she replied. “It, ah, it might be best if she didn’t find out,” he said, feeling like an arsehole all over again. “Yeah,” Mia replied, exhaling roughly. “Um, well, so do you have someone in mind to ask to be your candidate for the makeover?” he asked briskly, moving on from the awkwardness and into something he felt entirely more comfortable with. She bit her lip, sinking her teeth into her plump lower lip, and he groaned inwardly. “Yeah. Yes. Of course,” she replied, plastering a bright smile on her face. He nodded, desperate for this meeting to be over and to move her out of the close quarters of his office. “Okay great. “Your cubicle is just outside the door. Why don’t you go and get settled? I’m sure HR had some forms for you to fill out. There’s a phone on your
This time Mia did drop her head to the desk and she even pounded it a couple of times to see if she could knock some sense into herself. Who in the fecking world was she going to get to be her ‘candidate?’ With a deep sigh, she pulled out her phone and opened Facebook. She scrolled through her friend's list and discounted each one after a moment of consideration. She knew lots of people. It was just the way she was. A stranger was just a friend she hadn’t met yet. But none of them were right for something this important. She had an opportunity to show both Liam and Carter, as well as her university lecturers and her family, that she was actually good at something. It was her chance to shine and she was ship-scared of fluffing it up. She clicked on her ex-boyfriend Danny. He had a good body and a gorgeous face and his style could definitely do with a bit of a spruce up. She dialed his number and bit her lip while she waited for him to pick up. “Hey Mia,” he said, an
“Carter liked the idea so much he decided it should be the next series on Liam’s blog. We each have to style someone and the readers will vote.” “That doesn’t sound so bad,” Peyton said. “You’re really good at what you do. I bet you could give Liam a run for his money.” “Yeah well,l none of that can happen unless I find a willing body to be my coat-hanger and everyone I’ve asked has turned me down.” “Marc?” “Both Marc and Alex said no. Danny said no, Jamie said no, Blain said no. I’ve gone through my entire contacts list and not one person is willing to help me out.” “Do you want me to ask Finn?” Peyton asked. “Thanks, but no. I thought about it, but I think I need someone impartial. Besides, haven’t the two of you had enough of the spotlight?” Peyton groaned. “Enough for a lifetime but I’m sure if you needed someone desperately he would do it.” “No,” Mia said with a gusty sigh. “I wouldn’t ask him. I was just hoping you might have some ideas ab
“Wanna tell me what crawled up your arse and died?” Parker asked as he walked into Liam’s office. Liam grunted but didn’t even bother looking up from his laptop even though the work he was doing was just busy work that didn’t need his brain engaged. He couldn’t concentrate worth a damn. “You do know the whole office heard the throw-down that happened in Carter’s office, right?” He’d suspected as much but hadn’t really thought too much about it. “What are they saying?” Parker flopped onto the chair opposite Liam’s desk and ran his hand through his short-cropped hair. “No one actually heard anything,” he said. “Just lots of yelling and then you dragging our newest employee across the floor and into your office for a closed-door meeting. Wanna tell me what that was about?” “Not particularly,” Liam replied with a huff. “You know this doesn’t look good, right? You know you look like a class-one arsehole?” “I get it, Parker,” Liam growled. “I know I’m being an arsehole but the
Parker stopped laughing but the grin didn’t leave his face. “This makes so much more sense now. No wonder you’re in a shitty mood. You’re scared that your intern is going to show you up. You’re worried she is actually better at this than you.” “Fuck off,” Liam snarled. “Don’t you have work to do?” Parker got to his feet slowly, his face still split with a mile-wide grin. The smug bastard. Liam wanted to wipe that stupid smile off his face and it didn’t even matter that Parker was his best friend. The bastard was supposed to help him, not make fun of him. “I’ll go, but don’t think I won’t tell the others. This is fucking hilarious.” “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get out of my office and do some goddamned work.” Parker opened the door but turned back to Liam. “Drinks tonight?” he asked. “I’ve got tickets to that new club.” “Sure,” Liam replied even though it was the last thing he felt like doing. He would have readily agreed if Parker had suggested a quiet drink in a dark bar somew
Liam was already walking and she had to jog to catch up with his long-legged stride. “Break room,” he said, showing her the large open-plan kitchen area with several tables and chairs. “There’s a Nespresso machine and Carter keeps fresh fruit in the fridge and gourmet cookies in the cupboard. If you bring your own lunch, make sure you label it and maybe padlock it too because some of the staff think that anything in the fridge is a free-for-all.” He smiled while he said it and she felt her heart flutter and her cheeks redden under the perfection of it. “There’s a really good cafe downstairs,” he went on, “if you’re not into making your own coffee or if you just need to get out of the office for a while. We’re pretty relaxed with breaks, as long as you’re getting your work done. If you need to take your laptop out to the cafe and work, that’s fine too, just let us know where you are.” She nodded but she was afraid she looked like some weird bobble-head doll. She couldn’t help it.