Her Forbidden Millionaire

Phoebe knew that Sheryll was right. They finished talking and wrapped up their lunch to head back to work. Phoebe was driving the company car when she approached it and found a letter in the windshield:

Secret meetings with lawyers won’t change sh*t, bi*ch! Mind your business! Fu*k around and get hurt if you want to… Oh yeah, tell me how you like it

The note was taken from her hand by a gust of wind. She reached out for it but it was too late as it was carried off to who knows where. The shaking of her hands made it almost impossible to unlock the door. She’d just gotten that man’s voice out of her head and here it was barreling into her mind once again. How did he know I was here? Am I being followed? she thought to herself. The tears began to stream down her cheeks as she kept looking side to side while fighting herself to get the car started. It took every ounce of strength and determination for Phoebe to regain her composure so she could drive back to the office.

Phoebe spent the rest of her time back to the office glancing through the rearview mirror and looking over her shoulder. It didn’t look like anyone was following her but she didn’t know who she was looking for. This was too much to handle as she walked in a hurried pace from the street into her office building. People were talking to her, but she couldn’t focus enough to respond. By the time she made it up to her floor, Bobby was standing in her doorway with a look of frustration on his face.

“Why aren’t you answering your phone?” he asked as soon as she stepped inside.

“I was on lunch, Bobby!” Phoebe snapped.

Bobby sighed as he ran his fingers through his black hair. “Didn’t you tell me you got a weird call last night? You got robbed as well. I was just checking up on you. When you didn’t answer your phone I got worried.”

Phoebe relaxed as she realized her boss and friend was simply worried about her. “I’m sorry to make you worry, Bobby. You have every right to. I actually got a note on my car after I had lunch with Gold’s lawyer. It told me to mind my business and again how do I like getting hurt. Stupid wind blew the damn thing out of my hand before I could put it away. This guy, whoever is doing this, has a level of lunacy I’m not sure is worth Lincoln’s multimillion dollar contract with the firm.”

“You’re right.” Bobby nodded. “I think you need to schedule a meeting with him immediately about whatever’s going on. And if he can’t fix it, then we need to renegotiate our exit strategy.”

Phoebe agreed to do just that but just as she went to pick up the phone, it rang. “Phoebe Grissom, how can I help you?”

“Maybe I can help you,” the familiarly raspy voice spewed from the other line.

“We’re tracing this call so don’t get it twisted. We will find you and stop you from harassing me, one way or another!” Phoebe shouted into the line.

“Yeah, we can find one way or another to get you to scream.” The voice laughed maniacally. “Oh, I can’t wait to get my hands all over you. You keep testing me, bi*ch, and I promise you’ll wish I’d just killed you. Back off! You keep trying to fu*k with my money and I’ll show you just what I like to-”

Phoebe hung up the phone before she could hear the rest of the man’s threat. She picked the receiver back up and dialed the number she had on file for Lincoln. He was on set shooting a movie and told her to come down to talk to him. She was excited, scared, and nervous all at the same time as she made her way just outside of Crimson City.

Phoebe waited anxiously at the entry gate of the film lot for Lincoln to come out. But to her surprise, the gate lifted and the guard gave her directions on where to go. She parked the car and got out not sure of what to expect. All she knew was that she didn’t want anymore notes on the car.

Lincoln was dressed in full on tactical gear, like he was on the SWAT team for Crimson PD. He looked so rugged and handsome. It was a far stretch from the clean cut teenager he used to play on his TV series.

“I’m sorry,” Phoebe found herself saying as she walked closer to him.

Lincoln smiled. “You don’t have to apologize. I’m sorry about everything that’s been happening to you because of me. I can’t believe you’re getting phone calls now too. I really want you to give me some more time to get this under control. Here, let’s talk in here.”

Lincoln had led her to his trailer. There were props, wardrobe, and makeup all over the place. It made her wish that she could just hang out in there all day, but she still had a job to do. She stared at him wondering what was so horrible about the secret business he was keeping from everybody.

“The phone calls, the notes, the shady warehouse, everything, Lincoln,” Phoebe stated firmly, “You need to tell me everything because I need to know what and who I’m up against. I can only do but so much on my own. If I’m in danger, I would really like to know why and from whom!”

“I know,” Lincoln conceded as his eyes shifted from hers to the floor. He resolved right then and there to tell her but then there was a knock on the door which made Phoebe jump.

A slender man poked his head into the trailer. “Mr. Gold, we’re ready for you on set.”

“Okay, give me two minutes and I’ll be right there,” he told the production assistant before closing the door. He stared at Phoebe wanting to get lost in her beauty for hours on end. She was like no woman he’d ever met and yet there was still so much for him to learn. “Can I come to your house later tonight after I wrap here?”

“What time will that be?” Phoebe asked with a raised eyebrow. Suddenly, thoughts of them kissing in her kitchen flooded back to her making her moist. Feeling this way about a client was against the rules and she would lose her job if anyone found out. Maybe she could restrain herself and keep her hormones in check.

“I can’t say, but if it’s too late like after 11 I won’t come. I promise that I’ll tell you everything I can tonight,” he said as he stepped out of the trailer. Phoebe said okay and watched him leave. She sat in there for a few minutes before gathering herself to get going. The anticipation of another note on her car was nerve racking, but as she approached the company vehicle she let out a huge sigh of relief. There was no note on the car and she could finally silence the voice of worry in her head.