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“Seriously? You’re so stuffy. Let me have my comfy clothes. I need them to draft.” Andrew was so annoying. In his world, lawyers looked and acted a certain way. Just more proof he couldn’t wait to crush all under his boot when he made partner.
“Just write it,” he gritted out.
“Okay, okay, jeez. I’m going to wear sweatshirts after 6 pm though. I hope that’s acceptable to your majesty.” I wrote rules two and three on the paper. “Rule number four. I get to come and go as I please. I don’t want to be told I can’t have mornings or whatever. I have shit to do.”
“So do I.” A single tic of his jaw was the only indication he was irritated.
“Well I’m planning to be in at eight am every day and I’ll probably be here past 10 pm. Also, Cynthia is definitely going to come by at all hours. You can handle that?” I eyed him speculatively. Andrew was not this flexible. He never drank in the office and he didn’t really socialize at work. Cynthia and he existed in a careful state of detente on the best of days.
“Fine.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “But you have to share your bourbon with me if I ask. And none of that cheap shit you give Cynthia, I want the good stuff.”
“You’re really irritating, you know that?”
“It’s all part of my charm. Write it down, MC.” He tapped his finger on the table and gave me wide eyes.
“Gah. Fine. Each party shall have the full and complete use of the office without interference from the other party; provided, however, that Cynthia shall be permitted to come and go as she pleases and Andrew shall be allowed 1 dram of bourbon per day.”
“It needs to rollover.” His expression was placid.
“Excuse me?” I felt the entirely rational urge to reach across the table and strangle him.
“The bourbon allowance. I don’t drink a lot. I want it to roll over.” He stared at me innocently like he wasn’t being an absolute psycho.
“Andrew.” I said, with an admirable amount of patience. “This is not AT&T.”
“I gave you Cynthia. Write it.”
“Fine!” I threw up my hands. “I see why opposing counsel hates you.” I grumbled but wrote it down. “Happy?”
“Sovery happy.” He breathed out. His eyes sparked. “I can’t wait to show you how muchfunit will be to share an office together.”
“Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“You know.” I waved my hand. “That weird innuendo thing. You’re fucking with me.”
He leaned in, closer, closer, until I could see the flecks of gold in his green eyes and the slight hitch of his mouth where one side was always a little lifted, like he was laughing at the world. He smelled like spice andman. Oh god, why was I so drawn to him?Bad bad badmy brain shouted, while my lady parts stood at attention. “You thinkthisis fucking with you?” He said quietly. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
“I’m adding another rule.” I blurted it out. My voice sounded breathy. “No more joking with me about sex.”
He lifted a single arrogant brow. “What do you mean?”
My cheeks heated. “I mean, it’s pretty obvious you’re messing with me. The past is behind us, so you can stop trying to get in my head.” Was there anything more humiliating?
He leaned in, eyes dark. “I can assure you I’m not messing with you.”
I’m in too deep.Need and awareness of him thrummed beneath my skin. I shifted in my seat. “Andrew, come on. You’re clearly trying to get in my head. I mean the kiss and the dropping me against the wall. It was super hot but I know you don’t actually want that.”
He stood and loomed over me. I gulped and my eyes flicked to the glass wall, where anyone could see us. When my eyes met his, I saw nothing but lust. My heart thumped. He brushed a single finger down my jaw and left a burning trail in its wake. He stopped right below my lower lip, pressing in ever so slightly. My breath came short. “I want nothing more,” he murmured. “We would be amazing together.”
He winked and removed his finger. “I have a conference call but please do feel free to keep looking at me like that while I take it.” He stood and I saw he was hard under his suit pants. “Which desk?”
“What?” I sounded dazed, even to me. He gestured. Both desks looked the same and I couldn’t think. “Whatever, I’ll take that one.” I pointed at the bigger one.
He dropped into the chair at the other and opened his laptop. I sat, slightly stunned. This was why Andrew was so dangerous. He had a magnetic forcefield that meant he effortlessly won negotiations and apparently got his nemesis wet with just a single finger on her jaw. In that second, I had gone from hating him to wanting him. I was so screwed.
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