Miranda is in the conference room making a plate when I walk in. She looks at me and shoves my arm, nearly knocking me off my throbbing feet. I really need to change back into my flats.

"What did you think of Covington?" She waggles her eyebrows at me and doesn't give me a chance to answer before she unleashes her own rapid-fire observations. "He was shorter than I thought he would be. His clothes were just decent. I think he's maybe a little too laidback-hipster for me in real life. You know I like a more professional looking guy. I guess I'm used to ogling him in fashion spreads or from red carpet photos. I'm just surprised his stylist lets him walk the streets of Manhattan dressed that way."

I smile and nod as I make my plate. Miranda continues to talk. "But holy crap he was hot! That accent... those curls... the scar... the body... and he smelled nice too! Makes sense since he landed the Tom Ford cologne campaign last year. So I overheard Eric tell Ryan that Fin gave you a ticket to a show he's doing at BAM. Millie that's epic! How did you manage that anyway?"

I shrug. "I think he appreciated that I'm fellow Beckett lover. It's a one night performance of Endgame."

"Maybe that's not the only thing he's a lover of...maybe he wants to give you a different type of one night performance... the more private kind..." Miranda nudges me in the ribs.

I pop a grape between my teeth and close my lips over it as I bite down. Its juiciness explodes in my mouth and I swallow. "Speaking of lovers... Isn't he dating his costar?"

My stomach twists uncomfortably as I ask the question and because I forgot this fact earlier. When I think that Fin might be a cheater it's disappointing, although it would be a relief in the sense that it would make rejecting him more straightforward. And then convincing Eric that nothing untoward is happening would be easier too.

"Oh no no no no... That ended ages ago... before she was killed off the show even, if I'm remembering my tabloid stories correctly. Besides there was talk that it was all arranged by the studio to help create buzz for the show during the first season."

Miranda nibbles a strawberry and then grows more serious, lowering her voice. "Do you think Eric was annoyed he didn't get an invite to BAM? Andrea said it's going to be a very hard-to-get, hot-ticket event."

The tongs in my hand pause above my plate with a piece of pineapple caught between them. "I don't think Eric cares one whit for Samuel Beckett." That's as diplomatic an answer as I can give, because I'm sure Eric would have appreciated a seat if it's going to be that exclusive.

Miranda picks up her plate. "That's true."  She bounces out of the conference room and once she's in the hallway I hear her say "Hi Carter" in her most sultry voice.

Shit! Carter Weiss-Atherton, self-styled "junior agent extraordinaire," is the last person I need to deal with right now! He works in the Motion Picture division (or MOPIC for short) as RAA partner Abe Silverberg's assistant and hits on every woman in the office. Miranda went home with him after the last holiday party. I suppose the thing she found most attractive about him is his access to some of the most powerful agents in the office with the biggest clients of the agency. While I know being nice to him might help my career, his smarminess completely creeps me out. Even more so now, because despite the fact that he knows Miranda works right beside me and we're friends, he still tries to get me into bed.

I rush to pick up my plate and escape the room before I'm left alone in here with him. But I'm too late and he's directly behind me when I turn around. I'm startled but try not to let it show. That's like blood in the water to Carter's predatory personality.

"So Millie Stevens, the receptionists were just telling me the most interesting thing..."

I plaster a fake smile on my face. "What's that Carter?"

"They saw you hanging all over Fin Covington in the lobby. And they even noticed him writing something on your hand... I wonder what that could have been?"

I look down at my hand and it is completely illegible. I can't even tell if they are numbers or letters anymore. "Oh this?!" I hold up my palm to show Carter. "It was the name of a good fish and chips place that he recommended. I do love fish."  I lift my tuna sandwich and take a bite as proof, then move to step around him.

He smiles and blocks my path. "In that case... I know a great seafood restaurant in the Hamptons. You should come with me one weekend."

I choke down my bite. "I've told you that I have a strict personal code against dating anybody that I work with Carter." I also avoid dating assholes if I can help it, and guys that my friends have slept with. Three strikes and you are most definitely out!

"It doesn't have to be a date. Consider it networking since I heard that you're writing a script."

I'm going to murder Miranda. She's the only person that could have told him that. I put my plate down on the enormous boardroom table and wipe my mouth with a napkin. "You sure do hear a lot of things Carter."

"C'mon Millie... you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours." He puts his hand on my shoulder.

I shrug it off. "I'm not itchy Carter."

I pick up my plate and leave the conference room. I opt to go the long way via the back stairs to avoid seeing the receptionists right now.