Mr. Mouthful

2. Josh-4

“Have a seat here at Martha’s old desk. Unfortunately for us, she, um, quit yesterday, but you should have some peace and quiet while you fill these out.” Angela handed me a file and then a deep voice thundered from the office in front of us. She gave me a weak smile and scurried down the hall back to human resources.

Rehearsals had gone well, but I was still a bundle of nerves. I closed my eyes for a moment and breathed deeply to calm down, but that deep voice from before roared again, and this time I heard every word.

“Why the f**k can’t you do the job I pay you to do? You are MY agent, and I shouldn’t have to micromanage every damn thing!” The man went silent for a couple of moments before resuming his tirade.

“That is not worth my time or effort and you f*****g know it! My cat could make better deals than you could. When you come up with something worth my while call me back.” The sound of a phone slamming down made me jump.

What a d**k.

I had kept my head down, avoiding looking into the office where the man was, but curiosity was getting to me. The voice was a rich baritone with a slight New York accent, syllables clipped and refined despite the ugly words.

I glanced up, hoping to get a glimpse of him. The walls were made of glass with metal blinds shut over most of it, except for the area right beside the door. I craned my neck, hoping not to get caught, then I stifled a laugh.

Of course he was a d**k! Anyone who looked like that would think they could get away with stomping all over other people. Then his face appeared briefly behind the glass wall, scowling in my direction. I could see a vein popping out of his muscular neck. He shut the blinds, then I heard what sounded like a metal trash can being kicked across the room.

His thick, dark brown hair was clipped short on the sides and was long and wavy on top. His nose was perfect, and his full lips were sexy even through his frown. I suspected he had dimples, but since he wasn’t in a smiling mood, I couldn’t be sure.

Oh my God.

I yanked my phone out of my pocket and looked through my browser’s history until I found what I was looking for. s**t, it was him alright. My new boss, Mr. Mouthful.