She swallowed hard. He could be fucking her right now. He probably was fucking her right now. Hell, he'd probably been fucking her all week, or maybe ...ince she was hired!She wrenched open the door and stormed in.Marcy and Scott looked up, startled.Scott was behind his desk, hands on his keyboard, papers strewn all about him. Marcy was sitting in a chair across the room from him, her laptop in front of her."Heather, what're you doing here?" I can't believe this!" Heather yelled, not completely. . you... you filthy, you perverted sex maniac," she hissed, the venom in her voice sharper than the knife she was wielding. Before he could utter a word she continued, "Do you know what you did last night? Do you? Get out of my sight. Right now!" she ordered in a tone of voice that would brook no argument.Holy shit, Bobby said to himself as he quickly exited the kitchen and climbed the stairs back to his bedroom. Once inside he shut the door and sat on the bed. He felt horrible. This whole. "I do mean it. I have since I started going to Hollywood Arts." I paused. "That's why I try so hard to be your friend. It hurt when you showed up at my house crying when you and Beck broke up. But I knew I had to help you get him back because it was what you wanted. That day we went to the beach and got stuck in Beck's RV, I couldn't stop thinking about how hot you looked. When we went to that fancy restaurant and I asked you for your dress. You were beautiful in it. Hell, you were beautiful in. "Okay. I'll shut up. Can do. I'll be as quiet as a ninja. Or something else that quiet. Like a piece of p-" I cut her off. "Not being quiet, Billie. How big IS the scratch?" I asked her. "About..." She held her hands up and distanced them at pencil length. "That big." I ran my hand down my face and sighed. "I'll get Curtis to fix it. He owes me." She smiled. "Curtis your brother that's a mechanic?" I asked her. "No, Curtis the circus clown. Yes, my brother!" She threw her hands up. "Okay, okay..