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“Saying those things to me.”
“Do they offend you, sparkles?”
“Yes.” She swallows, her throat working beautifully.
“I think you’re lying.”
She shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”
“Care to make a wager?”
Her eyes widen. “I’m not sure what horrifies me more. The wager or the condition.”
“I fucking like you so much,” I bark a laugh. “The condition is, I put my hand up that tight skirt to see if you’re wet, and the wager is if I find a wet cunt, I get to taste how much you’re aching for me.”
Her eyelashes flutter like she’s drunk on my dirty talk. “And if you’re wrong?”
Nothing comes into my head because I know I won’t be wrong.
Pursing my lips, I say, “If you’re dry, I get your brother on the phone and tell him, I will go to the Borgias with what I know unless he promotes you.”
She plops her gorgeous arse into the plush wingback chair in front of my desk. “Never mind.”
“Ha!” I chuckle.
Her career ambition is no match for how bad she wants me to touch her. Make her scream.
Alas, I force myself to return to my earlier train of thought.
“To address your concern, I’m noting all the attorneys who filed these continuance motions.”
“Why?”
“To investigate them. If they’re in on a scheme to show up for a hearing and then dump the client immediately after to play a game, you can’t win.”
She shakes her head, a few tendrils of hair brushing her shoulders. They release a fragrance that hits me in the chest.
Coconut.
Christ, I can use a vacation. My mind races off, picturing sparkles and me fucking on a beach in Hawaii, naked, not caring who walks by. Again and again. My throat tightens how sharp that image is. And where the fuck it came from. I’ve never been to Hawaii. It seems like the thing to do with a woman you’re serious with.
Serious? I want to shove her on my brother’s plane and lock her in my loft.
When my brother’s new wife, Katya, bought an entire building for her dance studio on Mayfair, Lachlan mentioned the three-thousand-square-foot loft above. Pre-war, carved moldings with arched windows look out toward the lights of Manhattan. That sprawling stretch of open space will feel empty when I go home alone.
“I really want this case, Eoghan.” The words catch in Jillian’s throat and still me.
Christ, this means so much to her.
My wheels start turning, and I wonder if it’s wise to let her bring the Borgias down. Maybe just put a dent in their armor. Is this a new opportunity for my family?
With Jillian’s perfume driving me insane, all I can think about is fucking her. But she told me no.
“I need better light.” I grab the folders and stomp toward the floor-to-ceiling windows out of frustration before I snap. Do something stupid. I can’t even look at her, I want her so damn much.
With one hand on the cool glass panel on the far wall, I will myself back into the conversation about this crap case. “Are you aware Daniel hasn’t mentioned anything about the statute of limitations in any of his motions?”
“No. I assumed that was known.”
