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I walked into the studio smiling. 'Cue the producers' I thought, 'in 5,4,3,2... '

'Maria. I knew you could do it, we've got Stark on the phone right now,' it was Mr. Baker. He shook my hand. 'Good job.'

I smiled at Mr. Lee who was standing behind Mr. Baker. Mr. Lee smiled back at me knowingly. They walked away, Baker continuing to talk about the investment, Lee just listening and agreeing where appropriate.

We shot a couple of scenes before lunch. Betty, the secretary was waiting to speak to me. 'Mr. Baker would like to talk with you,' she said.

I sighed. What did he want now? I mean seriously, I was on my lunch break.

'Is there something wrong? ' I asked him.

'No, nothing wrong,' he said. 'I just need you to take these to Stark.' He placed a wad of papers

that had been stapled together on the table, in front of me. I skim read the first page.

'Wait,' I said, realising what it was he was handing me, the contract. 'You want me to take this?'

'No, Stark wants you to take it.'

I shook my head, I should have guessed.

He flicked to the last page of the papers. 'He just needs to sign here, and here, and you sign here,' said Baker, 'Just bring the last page back with the signatures. The rest is for him to keep.'

I took the papers.

'You're fine with this?' Baker asked.

I smiled. 'Of course why wouldn't I be?'

The truth was, I wasn't fine with this. I was missing my lunch break to take a contract, which could have been taken by a whole load of other people, to a man that irritated me to no end. Unfortunately the truth was that the same man had done me a massive favour and I owed him, big time.

I put the papers in my bag and walked out.

'Back again?' said his PA smiling, though she looked a little uncomfortable.

'Tony wanted me to bring him a contract,' I explained.

She nodded 'I'll just get him for you, you can go through.'

I walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa . I nearly had a heart attack when I heard another woman's voice behind me.

'Hola senorita, I-I mean miss.'

I turned around expecting to find some girl Tony had slept with. Instead I found a maid in quite a slutty outfit cleaning up what looked like red wine on the carpet. I shook my head. Typical Tony.

'Mexican?' I asked her. I recognised her accent, it was like my mother's.

'Si,' she replied.

'So you're Tony's maid huh?'

'Si'

I couldn't think of a job I could hate more, especially wearing that slutty outfit, no it wasn't even an outfit, it was a costume. I bet he made her wear that. It was probably in the job description. It was disgusting, totally degrading.

'What do you think of Tony?' I asked her.

'He is very…' she thought about it for a while and eventually settled for 'nice.'

'Nice?' I laughed. 'He's a bastard,' I muttered in Spanish under my breath.

The maid started laughing. She'd obviously heard what I'd just said.

'You speak Spanish?' she asked me.

'A little, well enough to get my point across.'

'Your point being?' It was Tony.

I turned around. He was standing in the door way.

'How long have you been standing there?' I asked him.

'Not long,' he replied, he looked over to the maid, 'Ana you can go now, it's after one.'

'I am so sorry Mr. Stark, I completely lost track of the time,' she said apologetically.

He smiled, 'Don't worry about it.'

The maid, Ana, stood and approached the door. She turned to look at me, 'Adieus senorita,'

'Adieus,' I replied.

Then she looked at Tony who was still standing in the door way, blocking her exit 'Goodbye Mr. Stark,'

He stepped out of her way 'Bye Ana, you know the way out right?' He had his hand on her back, low down her back. I turned away, disgusted.

'Yes, I think so,' I heard her say.

'Good, I'll see you tomorrow then.'

Then he closed the door and came to sit down on the sofa beside me.

'So?' he asked.

'Do you make her wear that…costume?' I asked.

He smiled, 'You like it?'

I shook my head, 'Do you know how totally degrading that must feel, to have to wear that to work everyday?' Ana seemed like a nice girl. I was going to fight her corner.

'Don't worry I pay her extra for it.'

I sighed. He thought this was all about money. Not surprising really. He had a total lack of respect for women. He seemed to think that women had one purpose, and one purpose only.

Sex.

'He'll learn,' I thought, 'Eventually.'

'You know,' he said, 'I'm sure you could make that costume look better.'

I shot him a warning look. 'Tony!'

'What?' he said, 'I mean, you do owe me.'

I scowled at him. 'Don't even think about it.'

He smiled his annoying little smile. 'Sorry, can't help it.'

'Could you please get your mind out of the gutter, just for a few minutes? Or if that's too much to ask for, at least keep your dirty little thoughts to yourself,' I asked. 'I don't like the idea of you fantasizing about me,' I said trying to keep my temper under control.

'Well you better get used to it, it's my new favourite hobby.'

I had my fists clenched now. 'Just wait until he's signed the contract. Then you can slap him,' I told myself taking a deep breath.

'I was doing it all last night,' he continued.

I was having to fight really hard to resist the urge to just lean over and slap him. He just had to keep pushing it, didn't he?

He looked at me. 'You want a drink?'

'Yes,' I said , 'I really, really need a drink.'

He poured me glass and handed it to me. The alcohol helped me get my anger under control.

'You get irritated really easily you know.'

I smiled. It wasn't the first time I'd heard that.

'I'm guessing you came here for a reason other than to tell me what you think of the way I like my maid to dress,' he said.

I put the glass down on the table and he picked it up and started drinking from it.

'One thing first,' I said. He stopped drinking and looked at me.

'Yeah.'

'I'm not a messenger girl.'

'Uh Huh.'

'So please don't make a habit of getting me to bring things to you.'

'Maria, you owe me,' he said simply.

'Oh come on !' I said irritated, 'I'm on my lunch break!'

He nodded.

'I have to eat Tony!' I protested.

He shrugged, 'You can eat here. Or we could go out.'

I sighed, 'Just don't make a habit of it OK?' I said.

'I'm not planning to,' he replied, 'Not on your lunch break anyway. What time do you finish work ?'

I shook my head. Why did I do this deal with him? I ignored his question and got the contract out of my bag.

'You need to sign here and here,' I said laying the contract open at the last page and handing him a pen. He picked the contract up and turned to the first page.

I gave an irritated sigh. How the hell did his PA put up with this, on a regular basis ?

'What,' I said 'are you doing?'

'I need to know what I'm signing for.'

'You bloody well know what you're signing for.' He was pissing me off again. He flicked through the contract , got to the last page, signed, and then held out the pen.

'You sign here,' he said.

'I know where I need to sign.'

I took the pen.

'I love it when you get all worked up,' he said softly, leaning into me as I signed the contract, 'It's sexy.'

He was close enough for me to smell him and he smelt so good. I kept my mouth shut, afraid that I'd say something stupid.

I picked up the contract. He took it from me, his fingers brushing against mine briefly. His touch sent a pulse of electricity through my body and his scent was overwhelming me now. It was like my senses had gone into overdrive. I was finding it difficult to breathe, never mind gathering my thoughts together.

'What are you doing?' I managed to ask. He handed me back the last page of the contract.

'You just need that.'

I smiled without looking at him. I had the horrible feeling that if I did, I'd end up staring.

'I need to shake this off,' I thought, 'and quick.' I held my head in my hands, trying to concentrate.

'Maria, are you OK?' Tony asked.

'God! His voice is sexy' I thought. 'What the hell is wrong with me?'

I felt his hand on my back.

'Oh my God! This is too much,' I thought, freaking out, 'I can't handle this! I shouldn't like this so much.' I stood up and took a deep breath, but the air was polluted with his scent.

'I-I'm fine. Just need to get something to eat,' I managed to say.

'Maria…' he started, but I couldn't manage much more conversation.

'Bye Tony!' I walked out as fast as I could. I needed air. Fresh, unpolluted air!

As soon as I got outside the room I took a long, deep breath. By the time I got outside I was wondering what the hell just happened.

'Must have been the alcohol' I thought, 'Must have been.'

There was no other explanation.

Was there?