My Best Friend's Brother(10)

By: Amy Brent

She actually wasn’t happy that I’d called, and I couldn’t figure out why.

“Oh, your assistant was wildly helpful. Don’t be angry with her, though. I did schmooze her just a tad.”

“My assistant gave you my number?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner sometime, maybe this weekend or—”

The phone call hung up, and I was absolutely stunned. I tried calling her back, thinking the call might’ve dropped in the studio, but all it did was roll to voice mail. I left her a voice message asking her if she wanted to get dinner with me sometime this weekend, but as I hung up the call, I saw a very familiar person walking out of the building.

It was her assistant, sniffling and carrying a very small box of her things.

Shit, I’d just gotten her assistant fired.

I tried calling Sarah back again to try and convince her to hire the woman back, or at least get her name, so I could apologize. But now, she was shooting my calls to voice mail. Holy fuck, I’d never had to work this hard to get a woman next to me in bed before.

She was playing hard to get, and I loved the chase.

My phone rang in my hand, and I smiled. I knew she would call me back. They always did.

“Well hello there, Sarah.”

“It’s Tony, you idiot. Where are you?”

“Um, cruising down the road,” I said as I cranked up my car. “Where are you?”

“At the hotel. I thought we were meeting to go over the next phase of this interview bullshit we’re doing?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry man. I’m headed there now. Listen, are you hungry or thirsty? I could pick something up on my way.”

“That actually sounds awesome. What about that Italian place on the corner? I hear their pasta’s homemade in the back,” he said.

“Oh, you’re talkin’ my language. I take it you want some of that sweet tea shit?”

“Yes, I do. The largest they’ve got. Grab a gallon of it, if they sell it in those kinds of containers,” he said.

“You’re becoming an addict,” I said.

“And you were sitting outside of that woman’s studio.”

“How the hell did you know? Was something said in the media?”

“Nope. Just know you. I figured Sarah Williams would be a tough one to crack for you, especially after the breakup she went through last month.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“Her ex was caught sucking face with her now ex-host.”

“Oh, shit. What about the other one?” I asked.

“The other what?”

“Boyfriend. She said she had two terrible exes.”

“When did she say this?”

“Never mind. Spaghetti and a tub full of sweet tea for the addict?”

“Yep. I’ll see you when you get here.”

“Oh! Hold on. Question. Can you do some digging for me?” I asked.

“I’m not researching Sarah Williams for you.”

“Good idea but no. Figure out the name of her assistant. Well, the assistant she just fired.”

“You got her assistant fucking fired?” he asked.

“Why’d you assume it was me?” I exclaimed.

“Because it’s always you, Mason. I can figure out her name. What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know, offer her a job or something. See if she’s a good fit somewhere. Do we have jobs in Dallas?”


“Then make a job in Dallas and give it to her. I feel like shit. I didn’t mean to get her fired.”

“Is that compassion I hear?” he asked.

“No, fucker. It’s business. I got her fired for a lie I told, and that was my heat to take. I’m making it right. Like I always do. All right, I’m pulling up to get food now. See you in a bit.”

“See you soon,” he said.

Chapter 5


I couldn’t believe my assistant was stupid enough to dole out my personal fucking information. What the hell was she thinking? I didn’t give a damn if the President himself asked for my fucking number. Mason had the resources to find it if he wanted it. I needed to surround myself with people who protected my privacy, not people who just doled out my shit whenever they were schmoozed by a handsome man in a tailored suit.


“Yes, Miss Williams?”

“Pack your shit,” I said.

“I’m sorry?” she asked.

“You’re fired.”

“What? What did I do, Miss Williams?”

“Cut the bull. You gave my personal information to Mason Baker when he came in here flapping his handsome jowls and dazzling you with his emerald eyes. I need people I can trust with my information, and I can no longer trust you. Pack up your shit. It shouldn’t be much anyway.”