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“Do you own this villa?” I ask, further inspecting the place.
The Charter Hotel, like many on the strip, sells top floor penthouses or rents them long term.
“It’s my brother’s.”
“Which one?”
He glances at me. “Does it matter?”
“I guess not.” I let go of a long exhale. “I thought you went back to New York.”
“Apparently not.” He dumps the files back into a box on the cart, and with the handle tight in his grasp, he makes long strides deeper into the villa. “The office is this way.”
I follow slowly, absorbing the intense luxury. God, to live like this one day.
Prosecutors, Division Heads, even Operations Managers don’t make the kind of salaries to live like this. We take the job to fulfil a call to public service.
The nights I walk the strip and look up at the fancy hotels’ top floors, I imagine high rollers, celebrities, or billionaires fucking their ladies of choice.
Not another fricking lawyer.
Only…
It hits me why Daniel asked Eoghan to help him break through the chains the Borgia lawyers keep using to lock up this case.
Eoghan is not just a Harvard lawyer, who I assume is brilliant.
He’s mafia, too.
Takes one to know one…
I gave my V-card to a dangerous mob boss thinking I could live out some sinful fantasy and never see him again. Now I have to work with him.
Eoghan rounds the desk and drops a box of files down on the surface. Unravelling his tie, he says, “Take off your clothes.”
“What?” I shriek.
“We had amazing sex the other night.” He twists the tie in his hands. “Before I go through these files, I’m going to fuck you to clear my head.”
Backing up, I gasp, “Did my brother say my sex was payment for—”
“Brother?” Lines form above his nose, which is thick and gives his face unbelievable character.
“Daniel Vance is my brother.” I roll my eyes. “Half-brother.”
“Diamond…” He murmurs my last name.
“You were kidding about the sex, right?”
“Absolutely not.” He drops the tie, and his hands go to his belt.
“Stop. No.”
“You didn’t tell me to stop last Friday when my head was between your legs.” He rounds the desk and pulls me in by the waist. “And you didn’t say no to me sinking my cock deep inside you.”
“I was drunk.”
“No. You weren’t.”
