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“I could use someone who knows the property and the business well,” he murmured. “Just an understanding of all the processes and a knowledge of the ins and outs of the estate. I heard something about an underground tunnel system?”
Nita’s eyes jerked up to meet his, her heading shaking in an imperceptible ‘no.’
“Yes, there’s a tunnel that connects everything. I hadn’t thought of that, or if someone could have created another entrance to that,” Hartley said with a frown. Then she looked at Nita. “You could help.”
“No, I couldn’t,” Nita objected
“That would be perfect,” he said at the same time, giving Hartley his most serious expression. “I’d need her to stay on site, as well. And to meet this schedule, I’m going to have to work her pretty hard to get ready before this new client arrives.”
He chanced a look back at Nita, seeing the rage shimmering in her eyes at his deliberate innuendo. He was glad she picked up on that.
Dammit, he loved a wild woman! Would she walk out? Or cuss him out for making his outrageous suggestion?
“We need Nita to manage the engagement contracts,” Hartley said, wavering on giving him what he wanted.
“Don’t you have a lawyer to do that?” he asked innocently, curious when the rage in Nita’s eyes melted into something else.
“When Claire’s not here,I’mthe lawyer who does that,” Nita informed him, a bucket load of pride in the words.
“I thought you were Claire’s assistant,” he said questioningly. Her expression dripped with smugness now, drenching the erection that had been straining his pants.
“Think again,” she replied.
“You’re… a lawyer?” he asked, disbelief as he swept his eyes over her. He remembered the tattoo on her inner thigh—a vixen licking a blade. And the stitching over her once-broken clavicle. None of it, including her attitude on his motorcycle, falling into line with any lawyer he’d ever met.
He watched the smugness in her expression turn to disgust.
“It seems like you have an outdated idea of who should and shouldn’t be a lawyer,” she said, almost spitting the words at him.
“Trust me,” Hartley intervened, “Nita is amazing. She hasn’t passed the bar yet, but I think she’s writing it soon?” Hartley looked at Nita for confirmation.
“The test is in three weeks,” she replied, looking aloof.
“Anyway,” Hartley continued, looking at him assuredly. “She’s so good. I’m convinced she can work on the engagement contractsandhelp you get a lay of the land.”
He would have laughed at the term “lay of the land,” and everything it implied about him laying the rest of Nita’s land, but that one fact changed things.
She was almost a lawyer, and lawyers—particularly female lawyers—were the lowest of the low, in his experience. Nita might not be a lawyer yet, but she glared at him haughtily, just like the real thing.
Every lawyer-hating bone in his body wanted to retract his suggestion of her help. In fact, he opened his mouth to tell her to forget it when she leaned forward, probably to verbally slap him with some insult.
All thought froze as those luscious breasts strained at the seams of her dress.
“That sounds like a great idea,” he heard himself say, then cursed his cock for deciding for him.
8
Nita saw where his eyes were fastened, and the little smirk that curved his lips pushed her to the edge of exploding.
Instead, she straightened, picked up her phone, and walked with precise steps to her office.
When she got there, though, she wanted to throw her phone across her office. Fighting back the urge, she stomped to her desk and placed the device carefully in the middle of the tidy surface, then clenched her hands into fists with a growl.
What thefuckwas he doing there? How was it possible that her motorcycle hook-up man was Ryder Crawley, not just their new head of security, but the dude who Stone brought in a few weeks ago to check things out?
“I should have checked his file,” she mumbled to herself, even though she didn’t need to do that to draw up a contract. And she hadn’t been present at that last event, so she’d only heard the name Ryder in reference to him.
“What the fuck is up with you?” demanded Hartley from behind her.
