When I woke up this morning, the last thing I wanted to do was go to work. But being the workaholic I was, I couldn't help myself. Work wasn't boring, in fact, it was always exciting, especially with the new faces I see every day. I just wasn't looking forward to seeing Tony today and yet, just the thought of seeing him again made my heart skip a beat. What was happening to me?

I was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door, and then the sound of my door opening. I looked up to see who it was and sighed in relief when I realized it was Talia. I smiled up at her and nodded for her to come in.

"You look nervous Miss." Talia stated and sat in the chair opposite of my desk.

"Just a little. Stark showed up last night, not long after you left actually."

"What?! What happened?"

"We talked about him coming here today. Speaking of which, do you know when?"

"'Fraid not. I will keep an eye open." Talia stood up and walked over to the door.

"No worries. Talia..."

"Yes Miss?"

"You've worked for me for 3 yrs now. You know you don't have to call me Miss anymore, right? I mean, I don't mind if you call me Tianna." I smiled at her again. She smiled back and left, closing the door behind her.

A couple minutes later, the phone rang. I waited for Talia to answer it, then heard the intercom beep and her voice came through. "That was on the phone. He will be here in 5 minutes." The intercom beeped off.

My eyes widened and I sprung up from my chair quickly. I sprinted into the bathroom and checked to see if my hair was okay. I touched up my makeup and smirked at my reflection. I looked good. I sat back in my chair just as fast as I left it, and presented myself like any true professional would. At that moment, Stark walked in without knocking. I didn't dare look up at him.

"Hello gorgeous." Tony said and sat in the chair. I didn't acknowledge him and continued to look at the screen of my computer and scrolled through some files. A couple minutes passed until he spoke again. "You know, you could either say hi back or at least look at me, instead of pretending to be working on your computer when I know you're not doing anything but scrolling through random things."

"Hi..." I muttered, barely enough for him to hear me. I still refused to look at him.

"Well, that's a start." Tony leaned over my desk, his face close to mine. I didn't flinch. He rested his thumb under my chin and turned my face towards him. I glared at him as his face grew much closer. I knew what he was going to do and I quickly pulled back from him.

"I think you've kissed me enough as it is ." I said sternly. He smirked and sat back in his seat.

"Have it your way. Why the formalities? You can call me Tony sweetie." he winked at me.

" , you are here to discuss business, correct? Please get on with it."

"Ah yes, business. I've decided that I would like to have my kitchen, bedroom and livingroom remodeled. I've also come to a decission that YOU will be the one to do it." he smiled that sexy smile of his. I looked at him, thinking of a way to get out of this situation.

He got up and walked over to the windows. He placed his arms behind his back and looked at the view. I watched him intently, hoping he wouldn't do anything drastic, until an excuse popped into my head. "I'm booked." I blurted out.

"Make time."

"I can't. Especially so suddenly. You're just going to have to find someone else . I'm sorry."

"Alright then. I will just have to ask Curtis Delmoore, I heard he was really good."

I growled under my breath. Now he's blackmailing me with my most hated rival? How is he finding this stuff out? He was beginning to find out all the things that urked me. Who was giving him this information? Even if Curtis and I hate each other, I will NOT be blackmailed!

"Be my guest . Have a good day." I said. He turned around and smiled at me before he left my office. I buzzed the intercom. "Talia, be sure to make sure that Tony doesn't come here anymore."

"Yes Miss."

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It's been a week since I last saw Tony, but it wasn't the last time that I've heard from him. Jill and I have lost count of how many times he has called my cell and house phone. We were on the verge of changing our numbers, but I had a feeling that even if we did, this snitch of his would tell him. Not to mention that every day there are flowers sent to my house and office. It's like we're running a freakin' garden!

All I know is, his threat of asking Curtis was empty. Considering he is still asking me to be his interior decorator. I could tell Jill was becoming annoyed with all the phone calls and bouquets. She insisted I just take the job so he would stop. I didn't want to work for him and I knew I was acting like a baby about it.

Wednesday morning, I decided to go to my favorite coffee shop. It was small and not usually busy, yet it was very popular. It was more of a "take it to go" kind of place. Though for its size, it was cute, comfortable and welcoming. The owners were very friendly and the waitress was close enough to me to be a best friend.

I sat in my usual spot by the window and drank my coffee as the people walked by. I had my laptop in front of me and put my coffee down. I began typing in my entrees to my clients that needed to be noted. I was so into my own world that the outside world became drowned out.

The bell on the door rang as it opened and closed. The person walked over to another table at the window. The chair screached as it was pushed against the floor. "I'll have an Iced Coffee with no foam and extra chocolate." The waitress walked off with the persons order.

The person got up, the chair screached again. They walked over to an occupied table and sat down in the free seat. "Hello." they said. The other person didn't answer, so they knocked on the back of the laptop. I jumped and looked up at who it was and jumped again. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"What do you want ?" I asked. As if I don't already know...

"You." I blushed. "To be my interior designer of course." he smirked. I mentally smacked myself for thinking otherwise.

"The answer is still no. Now if you'll excuse me," I turned off my laptop and closed it, taking a last sip of my coffee and put the laptop in my briefcase. "Angelynn.." I motioned for the waitress. She walked over and smiled down at . I paid for my coffee and stood up, pushed my chair in and walked away. Stark quickly got up and grabbed my arm before I got too far. I growled, all of this seemed to be a reaccuring thing with this man!

"I will pay you more than anyone ever has. You can bet your cute butt on it." I pulled my arm back and turned around, insulted at the fact that he thought he could buy me off.

"No amount of money will buy me off . I have class, most likely more than you do." I said simply with a smile. He faked a hurt look and moved closer, moving his face beside mine.

"I have a lot of class, but you won't give me the time of day to show you. Now who has the most class? The man who is asking for a chance, or the woman who won't let him have one?" he whispered in my ear. I sighed, he was right.

"Fine then, I will work for you. On one condition..." I said. He pulled back and looked at me.

"Name it." he smirked, quite proud of himself that he got me to finally agree.

"None of this physical stuff anymore. You will let me do my work in peace and you will not pull any tricks."

"Got it. Oh, by the way darling, you will start tomorrow morning and you will cancel your other clients except for ."

"How did you know about ?" I asked.

"I never reveal my sources. Do we have an agreement?"

"I suppose so."

"Great. See you then dear." He walked past me and exited the coffee shop. I watched him get into his Mercedes and drive off. Angelynn stood next to me and nudged my arm.

"Boyfriend?" she asked. I turned to her.

"Not even remotely close. Maybe in his fantasy dreams." I said. She smirked, shrugged and walked away. I raised an eyebrow and left the coffee shop myself.