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“That is what the negotiations are for, Mr. Vadim. I assure you that my client is willing to discuss matters with you. He’s comfortable accepting an exchange of promises to drop the suit. I have no control over his final decision, however. My only goal here is to provide excellent counsel and leave my client happy.”

Narrowing my stare at her, I inched a little closer, loving how her breath hitched in her chest. It made the swells of her breasts press against her dress, and my dick thickened beneath my slacks.

“You’re really not going to bite, huh? I would have thought with who you’re representing, you’d be more willing to a non-traditional arrangement. Pity.”

Billie could barely make eye contact with me. “I assure you, Mr. Vadim, my client wants what’s best for this case. He’s concerned over the welfare of your establishment. Dissatisfied. So should you be. It really is in your best interest to ensure that Delirium is up to standards.”

I couldn’t stop laughing at that one. With a smirk, I took Billie’s chin in my grip, squeezing lightly to get her to keep looking at me.

“I assure you, Billie. Everything I have is well above standard.”

She shuddered in my hold, but then Billie pulled her chin free, sliding back in her chair to stand up. She gestured for the door.

“Please feel free to call the office and arrange a mediation for whenever you’re available.” She nodded, but there was no hiding the way her breaths shuddered in and out of her, her body quivering lightly. “Thank you, Mr. Vadim.”

Standing up smoothly, I raked my stare over her body once more. Billie was something else—intriguing, gorgeous, intelligent, and incorruptible—at least for now.

I turned and walked back to the door, looking over my shoulder one more time as I exited.

“I assure you, Billie. I’ll be seeing you around.”

Chapter 5 - Billie

My breath left me in a shaky wheeze as I watched Pietor leave. Mr. Vadim, Billie. You’re supposed to be thinking, “Mr. Vadim.”

“Holy fucking fuck.” The words tumbled out of me in a whisper, and I slumped back down into my chair.

Humming. My entire body was humming, and I was soaked between my thighs. My panties were actually wet from just the proximity of that gorgeous man. The same man, I might add, that I saw the other day. So it definitely was Pietor Vadim who’d been at the house with that bag.

I was out of my damn mind. How was I this turned on by someone who was very likely a criminal and, more importantly, the defendant in this suit? For Christ’s sake, I was representing the guy who was suing him. I couldn’t be fantasizing about him throwing me down on this desk and enjoying a snack break.

“Gutter, Billie. Your mind is in the fucking gutter.”

However, there was no denying the evidence of how much he affected me. He was just so much cuter up close, and everything he’d said had been dripping with innuendo. God, he couldn’t possibly be genuinely interested in me. He was just trying to get off without getting sued. Getting off in lots of ways, really.

You are a dummy. No. Absolutely not. You get back to work, and you forget about him. Off-limits, Billie Pearce. Big ol’ walking nope.

I cleared my throat, shaking my head as I pulled open my laptop. I had a lot of stuff to do today, and that’s what I was going to focus on.

***

By the end of the day, I’d had at least three more fantasies of Pietor crop up, and I was a goddamn wreck. I needed some wine, a bubble bath, and a night to myself to clear my head. Closing things up and double-checking the lock on the door, I walked through the empty building to the parking garage.

My heels clicked loudly against the cement floor, and I hated the feeling of being so alone in this environment.

I hurried my steps, closing in on my piece of shit car, but something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye.

“Hello?”

I called out into the echoey underground garage, but nothing. I didn’t see anyone and couldn’t even hear other cars. I had to be alone, so I shook myself, swallowing down my rising nerves, and kept going.

“Ugh, stop being so paranoid, Billie.”

Shaking my head to dislodge the odd swell of fear and lingering arousal, I reached my car, unlocked the driver’s side door, and slid in behind the wheel. It was slightly better to be in the confines of the Toyota’s interior, and I locked my door, checking the others as well.

I turned the ignition, the rumble of the old girl straining and sputtering until the thing got its shit together. Looking through my side mirror, I thought I noticed that person or shape again, but it was gone as soon as I blinked. Stranger still—or maybe on par with the whole situation—the large outline had reminded me of Pietor.

“Jesus, Billie, stop. You’re all up in your head about the scary, sexy guy who came into your office. Just cool it.”

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