She needs freedom.
She needs time to find herself.
Not an attorney who wants to watch her scream as he fucks her brains out.
I could have had this conversation on the phone, but telling her Vanguard had emailed us with Adam’s accusations of theft felt like something I needed to do in person.
Which is bullshit.
I needed to see her.
Because it had been four days since I’d last laid eyes on Courtney, I’d justified it inside my head that she would be upset by the news.I’m not a therapist, and caring for my client’s emotions is not my job.
Yet here I am.
Standing way too close and wishing like fuck I’d met her any other way so I could kiss her.
The best thing I can do is roll up my sleeves and destroy her asshole husband.When she’s no longer my client...
Shit.
I can’t.Inevercan.
It would hit the news no matter if it was ten years since she settled with Blackmore.It would impact my reputation, and my goal of becoming the nation's top attorney would be tarnished.
Our relationship, even if for a night or week, would be talked about as if it had happened during my time as her lawyer.
Well, I am standing a foot away from her, wishing I could strip her naked.
Christ.
I need to spend a night or two at the club before Colt sells.Maybe a week on a Brazilian beach.
That will do it.
Courtney placing her hand on my arm and the buzz of the connection has us both locking gazes.My pulse increases, my body on high alert as my dick drains the blood from my brain.
“What do we do now?”
“First, we put some form of solid furniture between us so I can control...”I stop short of saying my cock.
Her gaze lowers as she works it out.
“Oh.”She blushes, making things worse.
Those pink cheeks are reminiscent of a woman who’s just been fucked and kick off my dirty mind once more.
I should have rung.
I should turn around and leave.
“Zander.”Courtney licks her lips and glances at mine.“Perhaps we should talk about this.”
“Fuck no.”I take a step back, shaking my head, and turn away.
No, no, no.
Talking leads to fucking.
