Page 68 of Filthy Lawyer


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It was true slumber, and I figured it was because the pills from my therapist just needed more time to work.

“The FBI is on line one, again.” Jessica walked into my office without knocking.

“I’ll call them later.”

“A florist dropped off these red roses,” she said. “Should I put them in here or give them to ‘you know who’?”

“In here.” I looked up. “I bought those for myself.”

“Right. You and Miss Tanner are really hot together,” she said. “Has the sex improved?”

“Excuse me?”

“I know you got off to a rusty start in the beginning—probably because she’s the first woman you’ve screwed in a while—but she was willing to stick around until your stroke game returned. She seems like a keeper.”

“Is Michelleever coming back to me, or am I stuck with you?” I asked.

“I love you, too, Damien.” She set the flowers on my desk before leaving the office.

I opened my calendar and counted the number of times I’d had flowers delivered to Elizabeth. Four times a week at the firm, three times a week during stakeouts, and twice a week at her apartment.

I even sent small food bouquets to her cats.

I’m becoming a goddamn sap.

“Damien?” Andrew stepped in my doorway. “Are you ready?”

“Almost.”

“You look off,” he said. “How are you feeling today?”

“I’m experiencing a strange feeling in my chest.”

“Would you like me to call a doctor?”

“I don’t think it’s physical,” I said. “Seems emotional. I think these are feelings.”

“For the record, I’m married and not the slightest bit attracted to you.”

“Likewise.” I laughed. “What do you want?”

“The research team just went through the Boeing case with a fine-tooth comb. It’s looking like a two hundred million dollar settlement.”

“What’s our cut?”

“Thatisour cut.” He smiled. “You’re responsible for the party.”

“Noted.” I stood up, and he followed me to the elevator.

Before the doors closed, Elizabeth stepped on with us.

Looking beautiful as usual in a fitted grey dress, her hair was still tousled from when we had sex in my car earlier.

“I’m looking forward to your presentation for our Reebok client, Miss Tanner,” Andrew said. “I’ve heard you’ve done one hell of a job.”

“Thank you. I hope you like it.”

“He’ll love it,” I said. “It’s your best work to date.”

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