The condo was originally Lyle’s residence, but he converted it to an office when he moved to Venice Beach. Now the entire living room/kitchen combination is my domain, and since we’re on the thirtieth floor, my desk has a stunning view all the way to the Pacific. Can you say job perk?

Even without the stellar view, I’d still love this office. Not only is the interior roomy and inviting, but as part of a high-end development in Century City, the building has great security. And that’s something I’ve begun to appreciate lately.

A lot.

I shake my head, forcing the thoughts back into the dark little corners of my mind where I store all my unpleasant thoughts and memories. Yes, some creep has clearly taken a liking to me, but LA is a town full of creeps, and as Lyle’s assistant, I’m bound to get some of the fallout from his merry band of groupies, right?

Besides, one creepy postcard and an icky email does not a stalker make.

At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

I rap on the door to Lyle’s private office—formerly his bedroom—then enter when he calls back for me to come in. It’s lined with bookshelves now and a large desk fills the space, along with two guest chairs that face the desk and a comfy couch tucked in front of one of the bookshelves.

Usually, it’s only Lyle in this room. But it’s set up to be a comfortable meeting space, too.

I stand in front of his desk, then hold up the DVD. “Okay if I give this to a friend who’s a fan? Normally I wouldn’t ask, but she’s knocked up and on bedrest, so…”

“Are you kidding? You should know you don’t even need to ask.”

I do know, but I figure it’s a good work policy to never take anything for granted.

“Actually, hand it here,” he says, grabbing a Sharpie off his desk. “All pregnant fans on bedrest get autographed DVDs.”

I laugh. That’s another reason I love my job. Even though Lyle’s a total A-lister, he’s a great boss, without any of the typical celebrity ego and bullshit that often comes with the Hollywood package.

Not that he doesn’t have a dark side—he does, as pretty much the whole world recently discovered when he and Laine got caught up in the kind of scandal that keeps social media hopping. But at his core, he’s one hundred percent solid, and one of the best guys I know.

“So what can I help you with?” I ask as he signs the DVD. He gives me back the movie, then scans the desk before glancing up at me with a shrug, obviously realizing there wasn’t a thing he needed to do at the office.