My dick.
My hard dick.
After all, Colt is selling the club, and we won’t have it for long.It’s not something you advertise, so his legal team will be making confidential enquiries.I offered to take a look at my client list.I’d hand it over to an associate if we had someone interested because, while there’s technically no conflict of interest, Colt is one of my best friends and I want him to get top dollar.
My clients would want to pay the lowest.
Speaking of money, Courtney flops into one of the armchairs, lets out a sigh, and meets my gaze.“Are we finished?”
I glance at the whiteboard and my notes.
“Have you left anything out?”I ask because I don’t like surprises or liars.
Her brows drop.“I’m sorry, Mr.Sterling, but I’m tired and almost out of patience with your insinuations and tone.”
I feel my lips twitch.
There she is.I knew she was hiding herself behind all those bright nails and big hair.
“Mrs.Blackmore, my sense is—”
Courtney stands, stopping my words.
“Mr.Sterling, I appreciate you’re good at what you do—”
“Would we say good, or excellent?”
Yes, I am purposely antagonizing her further because the blush on her cheeks and decolletage is making my semi into a full-blown erection and, my God, I like it.
“—and that you want all the information from me in accurate detail so that we can win this case—”
“It’s not a murder trial.”I roll my eyes.
“—but you are being very rude, and I’ve told you everything.”
That’s yet to be seen.
I climb to my feet, holding a file in front of my pants.
“You aren’t paying me to be your friend or therapist, Mrs.Blackmore.I am asking the questions required to get all facts so that when we sit across from your husband and opposing counsel, I am armed with all the facts.This is all a game to a man like your husband, and I am very good at the game.”
Better than everyone.
Courtney reaches for her jacket, and I feel regret as she begins to cover her bare shoulders.Her soft pink silk blouse is sleeveless and just sheer enough to tease what’s underneath.It’s been fucking with my mind all night.
Between that and her toes, I really need to go to the club.
And toes.
She starts doing the buttons up, and I follow the movements of her fingers.When my gaze lifts, Courtney tilts her head in question.
Fuck.
She’s picked up that I’m attracted to her.Worse, the flicker in her eyes tells me it's reciprocated.
Warning, warning, warning.
She appears to receive the message because she responds.
