I extended a hand toward the hallway leading to the rest of the penthouse.

“After you.” She cut her eyes at me and took off. I made myself not look below her shoulders, but it wasn’t easy. She was wearing white jeans that were honestly a public hazard and a flowy light blue shirt with a lacy thing underneath. It was so different than how she dressed when she worked for me. She dressed nice for the office, but none of it really gave off any sense of her personality. Here she was colorful and vivid. My train of thought was interrupted when she took a hard left into the library and got in my face as soon as the door closed.

“What are you doing?” she asked with her gigantic coffee mug clutched to her chest.

“Are you sure that’s big enough?” I pointed at the half-gallon-sized thing in her hand. It smelled like fake vanilla and hazelnut. “I guess you need to drink a lot of that watery coffee to get properly caffeinated.”

“I don’t know who the hell you’re trying to be right now, Theo Ganas, but if you sabotage this for me, I will never forgive you.” That caught me off-guard.

“How is me telling that guy to find an assistant if he wants to be in a room with you sabotage?”

For a second she seemed uncomfortable, but then she shrugged. “I don’t want him to think I’m difficult. I was late already this morning, and—”

“The commute would be a lot easier if you moved in here,” I interrupted, and for a second I thought she’d spit her coffee in my face. The penthouse had been offered to the two of us, but Alba had shot that down in a second when I suggested it.

“The last thing you want is me being anywhere I could smother you in your sleep,” she shot back, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek.

“How did I never catch on to this violent nature of yours, Alba Cressida?”

“Fuck you,” she said sweetly, then got right back in my face, milky coffee sloshing around in her giant cup. “Chase already made sure to tell me his wife was supposed to be the designer for this project but got bumped off because they went with our renovation instead. That was his hello to me this morning.” It was going to be a miracle if I managed a month in Dallas without punching that asshole. “He’d love nothing more than to get me kicked off this set.”