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She follows me to the front door, and just as I go to reach for the handle, she finally responds to my earlier question.
“I won’t use it and my sex life is absolutely none of your business, so don’t ask me about it again.”
I release the handle and turn back to face her. Her hands are on her hips, her chin jutting slightly outward just like the first time I stepped into this house. I decide to throw the common sense I just talked myself into a second ago right out the window and push her, tease her. I take three steps, closing the distance between us before reaching my hands out to grab her wrists. I pin them behind her back, tugging her against my body so she’s staring straight up at me.
“I don’t give a fuck if you use it or not, Juliette. But if you want to use it, then use it. Nobody is judging you, and nobody gives a fuck if you want to relax and make yourself feel good. You deserve it. I won’t think less of you. Trust me, it’s written all over your face right now how turned on you are.”
She opens her mouth to speak, but I lean in, my lips at her ear.
“And before you even think about denying it, I bet if I stuck my fingers inside your panties right now, they’d be wet.” Her breath grows more rapid as I tighten my grip on her, tugging her wrists so her breasts push forward against me. “You can hate that you’re attracted to me, and you can hate that you want me, but you can’t hide it from me. So go ahead, fuck yourself with that toy thinking about all the ways I could make you feel so much better. We both know what you secretly like about me is that I’m nothing like those selfish, uptight Wall Street types you’ve been with. I might be a playboy, but I can confidently say I’ve learned a thing or two about pleasing a woman. Andnothing,” I pause, running my nose against her skin, “gets me off harder than seeing a woman claw at my chest in pure ecstasy while she comes on my cock.”
I release her hands and she stumbles backward, but just as she regains her composure, she lifts her hand and lands it squarely across my cheek. NowthatI was not expecting, but it makes me laugh. I reach my hand up to rub where it stings.
“I’m not like other women in your life, Alex. I won’t fall at your feet and beg you to have your way with me just because you smiled a few times and made me blush. It doesn’t take a lot to be crass, but it takes far more than whatever the hell you’re offering to be a gentleman.”
And with that, she spins on one of her bare feet and walks out of the foyer, leaving me completely stunned and even more intrigued. Clearly, she doesn’t realize that I’m a glutton for punishment and a sick fuck, because knowing she’s feisty—knowing she’s a challenge—makes her all the more tempting to me.
JULIETTE
THREE WEEKS LATER . . .
“Cheers to us!” I lift my glass, clinking it against Brett’s.
“Cheers to you,” he says as we both take a sip, savoring a very overpriced bottle of champagne. “You are the one who’s done most of the heavy lifting on this case.”
The class-action complaint we submitted to the courts was officially accepted by a judge and is now a class-action lawsuit. We had planned to have a celebratory dinner with Nathan as well, but he was called to a client meeting in Atlanta. With Chloe spending the night at her Aunt Harper’s place, it was perfect for the two of us to hang out at my house.
“How soon before we start hearing about plaintiff intimidation?” I pick up an almond from the charcuterie board on my kitchen island and pop it into my mouth.
“With Prince, Dune & Bellows at the helm, I’d say, like . . . yesterday?” Brett smiles. “But seriously, let’s not immediately jump to the negatives. We know their first step will be coming in with an offensively lowball settlement because they’ll want to keep this out of litigation.”
“Yeah, I’m fully expecting that. I also warned all of the plaintiffs that that’s most likely what will happen, but not to stress, since we won’t accept their first offer.”
“Okay, okay, enough work talk,” he waves his hands, “tell me some fun gossip. Any hot new men in your life?” He wriggles his eyebrows at me.
“Uh, not really.” I stare down at the flute in my hand, twirling it between my fingers before taking another drink. The look on his face tells me he’s not letting that vague answer slide. I glance at my delivery app then motion for him to follow me to the living room. “Okay, fine, we have 20 minutes until our food gets here anyway, so I should probably fill you in on some things.” We take a seat on my sofa and I launch into the latest events of my life.
“Oh my God!” he gasps, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth after I fill him in on the threats I’ve received and the role Alex is playing in my life. “Sweetie, that is . . . I am . . . speechless. This is serious, Jules. Why didn’t you tell me?” He places his glass on the coffee table and scoots to the edge of the couch before turning to face me.
“Well, for starters, I was afraid you’d talk me out of the case.”
“Because I would have,” he confirms. “I know these people deserve compensation and Delmore has to be held accountable, but not at the risk of you and Chloe losing your lives.”
“Well, that’s why I went to Jameson. I knew he would know what to do, and at first, I thought he was overreacting, but I’m actually really glad he insisted on Alex being my bodyguard.”
“So are we safe here?” He glances over his shoulder.
“Yes, don’t worry. He installed a ridiculous state-of-the-art security system, and he’s most likely parked right outside my door.”
“He is?”
“Yeah. I haven’t received any other threats to my house—no more slit tires or random packages.” I catch myself, remembering I did in fact receive a random package from Alex.
“What was that?”
“What was what?” I ask, knowing full well my face is probably red right now.
“That blush.”
