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MAGDA
After my legsstarted working again, I put myself together and did the walk of shame back to my office. I saw Richard come around the corner and darted into my office, closing the door and locking it. I pressed my back against it, trying to catch my breath.
I had just slept with Roarke Brentwood.
Roarke Brentwood, of all people. What the hell was I doing? It was like my brain had completely shut off and I had just reacted, which was something I simply didn’t do. I always looked before I leaped, and I couldn’t believe that I had actually gone through with sex with Roarke in his office.
I had sex in my law office. I always thought that people who had sex in offices werecrazy, risking being caught and fired, but here I was.
That was it. I was never going to do that again.
I hadn’t even talked to Roarke about what I found in the prenup but I was damned sure not going back now. Who knew what I would do? Jump him again?
I sat down at my desk and took a deep breath. I picked up my phone to call Roarke’s office.
“Roarke,” he answered in a bark, not recognizing my office number. I guessed I shouldn’t be surprised. He had barely given me a second glance other than to criticize me before I started working on the Martinez case with him.
“Um,” I started. “It’s Magda.”
“Calling already? I thought you said no strings,” he murmured.
My face felt hot as my cheeks flushed. “Shut up,” I murmured. “It’s about the Martinez case. The prenup.”
“Oh, right. I forgot about that. Something distracted me,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes. I should have known he was going to tease me about this forever. Oh well. I just needed to get through this case and make partner, and then I’d just try to avoid him forever. It’d be hard with us both being partners, but I thought I could keep from being alone with him for a long while, at least.
“There’s a clause in the prenup that states that they keep the assets they hadbeforethey were married.”
“Yeah, so? That’s a standard clause.”
“Maybe so, but Sandra Martinez isn’t a standard homemaker. She came into the marriage with a trust fund.” I flipped through my notes. “We’re asking for what? One point five million?” I asked.
“Around that would be half, yeah.”
“Magda had a trust fund that she used primarily to pay her husband’s tuition and take care of them while he was in school.”
“How much?” Roarke asked, finally sounding excited. He was starting to understand.
“Two million dollars,” I answered with a smile.
“So that means—”
“That means that she gets the two mils even if everything goes ass-up,” I said, my smile widening into a grin.
“Fucking A!” Roarke cheered, and I held the phone away from my ear, laughing. “Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?”
“I was a little busy,” I said dryly, and Roarke laughed, loud and open. It was a deeply masculine sound, and it made my heart race just a little.
“We should celebrate,” he said suddenly. “A bottle of champagne at my place?”
“Uh, no. Absolutely not,” I said.
“Come on, Riley,” Roarke said, and I bit my lip.
There was no way I was going to do this. I was absolutely not going to hook up with Roarke again. Even if Ididgo over to celebrate.
“After work?” I said.
