didn't want to stir the pot into his anger, seeing I already had earlier this morning, I didn't bother explaining why I didn't have a vehicle to him. I grabbed my purse and walked out my enclosed

king like a flat out idiot. No use. Damnit. I felt an awkward buzz of my new IPhone in my pocket and I answered, "Rayleen Banks speaking."

I guess looking for me. "Um, yes. I'm in the midst of trying to catch a cab. What is it you nee

y on the sidewalk, the breeze leaving goosebumps on my skin. My brown hair struggled to stay in the ponytail, I had lazily tossed it in this morning

cut off by the booming echo outside of the taxi. Mr. Stevens is yelling, "Rayleen!" He thunders. Ohhh crap. "Jesus," I whisper, and rub my face slowly. "Boyfri

towards me and grabs my arm in a tight grip and drags me to follow him

ene! "I was going to call you. It's not that big of a deal." I insist, not liking how he was speakin

ou will do it. You're my personal assistant. Mine." He growled, not breaking the i

gh my teeth, my nostrils flaring. "I'll talk to you however I want and you will listen. " He w

here. I'm not the one who needs this job." He points out,

if nothing had happen. My God, this man was confusing. I don't normally eat lunch, because I never find the time, and an apple or my handy dandy Orbit gum usually satisfies my hunger. But I know he'll force me to eat so I say, "I already ate." He shoots up at me, "Don'

n his words. "Intimidation, Ms. Banks." He suddenly exclaims, making me and the driver, Lindon jump. I wo

ispers the last part as if I wasn't supposed to hear. My legs are crossed, and his jaw clenches, I cannot read his expression. "Interesting, Mr. Carter." I brea

n the way there. "Ow, ow, ow. Slow your horses cowgirl, what's up?" She asks as I close the door