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“Yeah, yeah.” I was not going to pick that topic up and then sit here for the next three hours with them grilling me for details. I might be a wolf in the courtroom but these two were barracudas twenty-four seven. I was notoriously known for my bachelorhood. One sniff of the possibility the great Sloan had met his match and they would sink their teeth into me.
“It’s true,” Trish added, naturally agreeing with her boss.
Change of topic needed. I turned back to Trish, “I have an idea. Think you can find me a nice, reliable girl I already know? A judge’s daughter who needs summer work or something? Given the boss agrees with your use of time.” I turned my smile on Morre.
Morre style, she did nothing more than smirk and before turning back to her office added, “Help him so he’ll stop begging, Trish, or you might never get rid of him.”
“Way ahead of you both. I landed someone you all might know and like. And if that is the case, you can discard the others on those notes I just handed you.”
“Bless you!” The wicked glint in Trish’s eyes told me I might be prematurely thanking her.
“Who are we looking at?”
“Nah. This will be too good. You’ll just have to wait and see. That’s my fee for lining this up for you.”
“Evil. Pure evil.” I groaned, making my way back to my office.
Back behind my desk files threatened to murder me if I so much as bumped the edge of my desk.
Three assistants in fifteen days. My phone calls were piling up and I couldn’t find a fucking file to save my life. I dared flip through a few files, causing others to scatter to the floor. Screw it. Glancing at the clock, I smeared them around like a pile of dominoes, desperate to find the Robin and Matthews case file I swore I left on the top of the pile.
I sank to my desk chair and pushed a slanted pile of files to the side. My last secretary had just been getting the hang of things around here. She’d learned how I liked my coffee and how I left early on Friday afternoons. While she hadn’t completely gotten the hang of my unique filing system yet, she had great potential.
“Son-of-a-bitch. Where the hell did I put you!”
Pushing an annoyed sigh through my nose, I opened a random file and skimmed the contents. Like every other day, as soon as I was left alone, my mind trailed back to her. Our night. Her sweet nectar on my lips and the feel of her untouched pussy stretching over my cock. My mind is flooded with an overload of memories.
“Fuck!”
I whirled around to the sound of a soft metallic clink followed by the sweetest voice. “Maybe I can help, Mr. Sloan?”
My heart hit the floor.
Beautiful blue eyes met mine, and I was suddenly tongue tied for the first time in well, my whole goddamn life. Wavy brown hair hung loosely around a heart-shaped face. Among the mass of hair were the prettiest cheeks currently flustered like they were that first night I approached her in the nightclub.
My door opened wider and Trish stepped in. “Mr. Sloan, your nine o’clock appointment is here for the assistant position.”
No shit.
My gaze skated down over delicious curves, a rounded middle and hips any man would love to have wrapped around him. I would know. My balls tightened, and I drank in the young woman’s face. A petite nose, glowing California sun-kissed skin, warm blue eyes alight with knowledge and eagerness.
And surprise.
“Hello.”
“This must be a mistake.”
“No!” I nearly shouted. Fuck, I was screwing this up. “No, please come in,” I added quickly, trying to cover my shock and surprise.
I pushed away from my desk and slowly extended my hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” I kept it cool, not wanting Trish to pick up on anything. I held my tone even, matching her polite smile. Better than rushing her, throwing her against the nearest wall and ravishing her with kisses before I fucked her on every surface.
“Your name?”
Finally.I might have held my breath over the next three seconds.
Her gaze never left me and I knew she was thinking the same damn thing as I was. “I’m Cherry Connor.”
I rocked back on my heels. A beautiful face, eyes full of innocence and fringed with black lashes. A natural blush was high on her rounded cheekbones. She had a look about her that was mysterious, but now I knew why.
