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“Yet you are happy to be representing a man who is accused of being on the wrong side of it? You should know nothing's ever what it seems. Sometimes it is fun to be naughty,” he smirked.
“So, you are- “
“Innocent until proven guilty,” he interrupted, his heated gaze flickered down to my cleavage in my shirt and then up to my lips. Just that obvious seduction made my body temperature rise.
“Are you saying you are innocent of these charges?” I asked, trying to get back on track and steer the conversation away from me.
He sighed impatiently as he tapped his knuckles on the table. “I did not kill the drug lord.”
“But I am guessing you know who did?” I raised an eyebrow at him as he leaned forward on the table. Suddenly, I had a waft of an earthy and musky scent that made my mouth water. His cologne.
“What is your name?”
I blinked back at his dismissal of my question and inappropriateness of his. “I have already told you my name. It's Ms Tessaro."
“Your first name.”
“Why is that important?” I asked with irritation. Urgh, this man was infuriating.
“I’d just like to know the name of my future wife so I can inform my family when I get home,” he grinned, flashing his pearly white teeth. My eyes widened and I looked away from him.
“Mr Buccini. Please can we get back to- “
“Vincenzo.”
“Excuse me?”
“My name is Vincenzo. Vinny or Vin for short. But you can call me whatever you like…”
“Well, I will call you Mr Buccini then,” I snarked, and he chuckled deeply from his chest. I squeezed my legs together at the erotic sound.
“As you wish. But I will call you angel until you tell me your name.”
He was enjoying this. Teasing me. I huffed loudly in annoyance and picked up the papers from the table, trying to find the information I needed him to sign.
Suddenly, the door opened and a chubby man in a tailored suit strolled in looking a little dishevelled and rushed. “Scuse! I was stuck in traffic!” Two more police officers filed in behind him and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why is he cuffed? Free him at once,” the stout man ordered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
The police officers walked over to Vincenzo and took the cuffs off his wrists as he smirked at me from across the table.
“Wait. What’s going on? Who are you?” I asked, frantically.
“I’m Alonzo. Mr Buccini’s lawyer. He is free to go.”
Vincenzo stood up slowly, his huge frame suddenly feeling rather intimidating from where I was sitting, so I stood up to match his position.
“I don’t understand.” I said quickly. This was my first case. He was accused of murder. How could he go free?
“I presume you are a civil court lawyer? There has been a misunderstanding and the charges have been dropped. Mr Buccini had nothing to do with this murder. You will no longer be needed,” Alonzo said to me dismissively with a nod of the head and turned to walk from the room. I couldn’t believe it. My first case and it wasn’t even a case! It was a complete waste of my time.
I watched as the insanely hot but frustrating client in front of me gave me a cheeky wink and strolled out of the room as a free man. I huffed loudly and grabbed my notes, shoving them in my briefcase and stomping out in a rage. I was so looking forward to having this assigned to me and now I looked like a fool.
Once I walked out of the station through the entrance doors, I stood on the pavement and closed my eyes, inhaling a deep breath.
“You seem upset, angel? Anyone would think you wanted me locked up,” that deep rumble of vocal perfection made me spin on my heels and lose my balance. I stumbled forwards but before I fell to the ground, I felt strong arms wrapping around my body and pulling me into a rock-hard chest. That intoxicating scent invaded my nose and I glanced up in shock at the face of Vincenzo Buccini.
“Are you making fun of me?” I snapped, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but he held me to him tighter, causing my heart to race.
“Oh angel, I would never dare.” He smirked down at me. Suddenly, his face turned serious as his ink-spilled eyes bore into mine.
