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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Jillian
With other cases needing my attention, it’s not until Friday, that I head to the Charter Hotel pushing a luggage cart stacked with the Borgia case boxes.
Figures this mystery outside counsel is rich.
My heels clicking on the fancy porcelain floor, I reach the guard’s desk. “Villa 6.”
“One moment,” the guard says and presses into an earpiece. “Good morning, sir. You have a guest.” The man nods and looks at me. “Your name?”
Rolling my eyes, I say, “Daniel Vance’s courier.”
The guard parrots me, and with no change in his expression, he disconnects the call. He programs a key card and after handing it to me, he motions to a set of metal gates that swing open.
“There’s a reader inside the elevator. Your card key will activate it.”
I hesitate. “What floor is it on?”
“The elevator will stop at the programmed floor.”
I’m thinking this is for security purposes, like I might figure out where I am and then send a drone to take out the entire villa after I leave.
I shrug off the secrecy because I don’t really care what floor this overly important counsel lives on and I don’t have a friend with a drone. Yet.
Key card in hand, I push the cumbersome cart of file boxes through the open gate and amble into the elevator.
Hotels in Vegas have turned into one giant luxury pissing contest. If hotels could send helicopters for high-rolling billionaires and land them right on Las Vegas Boulevard, they would.
I should appreciate that Daniel chose me for this assignment. He could have just skipped over me to the team of male prosecuting attorneys and investigators I manage.
The elevator flies up, no floor counter visible, and when the doors open, a sprawling apartment appears before me. My heart skips a beat seeing the white marble floors stretch out to a sunken living room with black leather furniture. Beyond that, a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows drenches the entire floor in natural sunlight.
“Hello?” I call out, tiptoeing off the elevator and hauling the files behind me.
With every gingerly step, I wonder who the hell is this lawyer?
It’s widely known that corporate attorneys make obscene amounts of money.
The foyer leads to a massive open kitchen with dark cherry cabinets and black granite countertops. Didn’t I choose the wrong direction for my career?
A shadow eases into my path and a giant of a man in a blue and gray pinstripe suit steps forward.
My eyes trail up from his black polished shoes to long legs with thick thighs, the jacket buttoned up tight, a sliver splaying open at the bottom to show a black leather belt. Brawny hands on his hips, and the jacket sleeves ready to split at the seams from his thick, sculpted biceps.
A dimpled and stubbled chin hangs open as I finally focus on his face. It takes a second for my brain to process him fully.
Then, I stumble back. “Eoghan?”
“What the bleedin’ hell are you doing here?” He lunges for me, pressing me to his chest.
His cologne knocks out my good sense and the warmth of his body sends my mind rushing back to the memory of every thrust of his cock last Friday night.
Eoghan is power and beauty and sin all wrapped up in a goddamn droolworthy package.
“How did you get up here?” His intense blue eyes lock with mine.
“Your guard let me in.” I feel sick as it all comes into focus. “You’re the attorney I’m supposed to work with?”
