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Stacy didn’t have to see her to know the woman was wiggling her eyebrows. “Savon?”
“Your new guru. Ms. Pope really wants you to get control of your thoughts,” Tina laughed. “She’s gone above and beyond, making sure that he makes himself available to you for assistance at a moment’s notice.”
“My thoughts are not that bad,” Stacy sulked.
“Don’t worry about it. Ms. Pope likes you, let her do this for you.”
“How can you say she likes me? I give her a migraine when I’m in her office.”
“Because if she didn’t, you’d be banished to one of the torture rooms. They’re protected so no thoughts can get through. So trust me, she does like you.”
“If you say so,” Stacy conceded. “I gotta go. If I don’t, I’m going to be late. Though I don’t know why I couldn’t just keep the lawyer I’d already spoken to. She already knows what’s going on, and I wouldn’t have to keep repeating myself.”
“Mr. Edwards is the best. Trust me, you’ll be glad you have him on your side.”
“I’ll call you later.”
“Okay. Have fun,” Tina chuckled.
Stacy shook her head and decided her friend had a warped sense of humor.
Stopping in front of the receptionist, she waited until the woman looked up. “Hi, Stacy Jones here to see—”
“Mr. Edwards has been expecting you. Please go straight back. He’s in the last office on the right.”
Wow, BSC must really have lit a fire under them, she thought as she walked through the hallway. Pausing, she wondered if they had done so figuratively, or literally. Her appointment wasn’t for another few minutes, and it had been her experience that lawyers allowed their clients to wait, as though to let them know that they were in charge of the meetings. To reinforce that unlike their clients, their time was valuable.
When she knocked on the door, a deep voice from inside called for her to come on in.
Opening the door, Stacy froze when she saw her lawyer. While wearing trousers had definitely been a pain in her ass at the doctor’s office, she was suddenly grateful she’d chosen to wear them.
Brown eyes sparkled at her, showing a mixture of pleasure and desire. His dark hair was pulled back away from his face, and she decided she much preferred it to hang freely and add to his untamed appearance. When he stood up, her mouth watered as she took in the navy blue suit he wore.
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Stacy,” Demetri smiled. “Won’t you come inside and close the door?” His voice washed over her body like a physical caress and she quickly responded. His smile grew larger and she knew he could smell her arousal.
“I really, really, really should have gone with that earth swallowing option,” she whispered to herself.
Chapter Six
Demetri chuckled as he left his position behind the desk and approached her. Stacy just stood there, frozen. He couldn’t really be her lawyer, could he? He knew she’d committed adultery. She’d committed it with him! Wasn’t that a conflict of interest? Would he pull her into his arms and give her a quickie on his desk?
“I’d really like to be able to faint now,” she told herself, closing her eyes. She willed it to happen, but to no avail.
“I’m not sure if that was a compliment or an insult.” Behind her, she heard the door shut a moment before she felt his hand on her lower back. He gently guided her forward, into his office and helped her to sit down. When he was no longer touching her, Stacy’s eyes flew open. She watched him return to his position behind the desk. For a moment she was insulted at how he seemed to be able to forget what they’d done together so effectively.
“Ms. Jones,” he started. “I need to know why you want a divorce and what you want out of the combined assets you and your husband have attained through the course of the marriage.”
How was he able to be so impersonal about the whole thing? How could he act as though he hadn’t held her in his arms earlier that day or made her scream his name the previous night? “Isn’t this a conflict of interest? Is it ethical for you to be working on my divorce?”
“I don’t believe there is a conflict of interest. And why wouldn’t it be ethical? We will never see the inside of a courtroom. I simply need to know what it is you desire to leave the marriage with.”
It hurt her that he was able to be so detached. But she decided if he could be professional, so could she. As far as she was concerned nothing happened between them last night. Nope, he was just her lawyer. And she would act that way. Straightening in her chair, she answered him.
“My husband cheated on me. I know of at least one affair. He flaunted it at my former workplace and I caught him kissing his who—her.”
He wrote down notes on a legal pad. “What led you to believe he was having an affair?”
“The black dental floss he forgot to take out of his pocket before I did his laundry was a pretty good clue.” She couldn’t help the bitterness that tinted her voice.
