Page 144 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

I came awake a little more. “Oh? Which one?” My brows pinched together. I wasn’t at all opposed to working with another law firm, except there were a few on the no-fly zone if I wanted to keep my father happy.

“Okay, hear me out. Don’t jump before I finish.”

I already didn’t like the sound of this. I leaned a hip against the bathroom sink and scrunched my nose in the mirror. My major case of bedhead and tired blue eyes stared back at me.

“Morre & Sloan,” Joy blurted out and rushed on before I could get in my hell no or no way that sat on the tip of my tongue.

“I know the Morre & Sloan’s firm is your father’s rival but you’re going to have to cut some of your own red tape if you want to get out from under your daddy paying your schooling.”

Rival didn’t begin to describe the feud the firm had with my dad’s. But their troubles were not mine and Joy had a point.

“Wait till you hear what they pay,” she continued. “I hear Sloan is wanting someone so bad he’s willing to pay twice the normal salary. Only catch is you work his hours. Tell me eight grand a month won’t be enough. Did I deliver or what?”

I smiled into the phone. Eight grand was more than enough! “That doesn’t sound too bad. I’m sure I can work something out with Sloan and the school.” My problem was money, rent and tuition due in a little under three weeks. I wanted to be able to walk through my father's door and tell him he didn’t have to fork over a check before that time rolled around.

Besides, there were a lot of Connors in LA. Who said I had to be that Connor?

I flipped the shower on.

“What time is the interview?”

Four

Grayson

Istabbed my intercom button.

“Trish, my office is going to swallow me whole. Can I get some help back here? You can tell Morre I’ll pay your overtime for a month if she’ll let you come in here and fix this mess. I can’t even find the file for the Robin and Matthews case and I’m due in court in an hour.”

My fingers dug into the wood of my desk and I slammed my fist down so hard the framed law degrees on my wall behind me trembled.

I needed to cool it. Especially before walking into court. Contracts were my specialty and when they involved multimillion-dollar deals I loved them even more. Hashing out a breach of contract and getting into the trenches with fellow colleagues and smashing wit against wit was where the excitement lay for me. I didn’t have time to train a new girl on how I liked my coffee, how to organize my files or learn my clients' cases right alongside me.

I needed someone who could jump in the deep end and swim on their own.

“Sorry, I’m about to lose my mind here. Don’t mean to sound like an ass.”

I knew I must sound ridiculously frustrated by something so simple as a lost file, but to be honest ever since my night with her, I can’t seem to keep my shit together. The cause of my misery sent me packing after what I thought was the best night of my life. I thought I’d picked up the same vibes from her. Maybe I was wrong. Fuck, she had me craving a real date, candles, champagne—the whole nine yards—as soon as I learned her name, of course.

God, she must consider me a monster. Who else would take a stranger’s virginity? Inside the courtroom I was considered ruthless, but me as a man? I mean when I saw something I wanted I didn’t stop until it was in my hands, but with her? She had control from start to finish.

It was an offshoot I was even at that nightclub but I met the clients where they dictated, especially when they are footing the bill to the tune of three million dollars, provided I win the case. There was no doubt I’d win, and I said as much to my clients’ face. Thinking our meeting was over, I stood to leave, but then I saw her. Sitting all alone and never one to pass up an opportunity, I approached her. At first her cheeks blushed red by the minute but by the time I asked her to dance with me, everything about her turned hot to the touch.

I was determined to have at least one dance, maybe a sweet kiss before heading home. A prize for all the hours I’d clocked in. Never did I think it would end with a girl like her wrapped around my body, giving me her virginity.

I let the com button go and rocked back in my chair, hands scrubbing over my face.

For two weeks now I’ve been a walking bomb going off at the slightest thing. Scaring away three assistants and making another cry made me feel like a real asshole. Much more of my own crankiness and I’d have to kick my own ass.

“Mr. Sloan, I’m busy with Mrs. Morre through the next five hours of client meetings. But I did field a few calls for you. Three of which are from Mrs. Robin wanting to know if you would like to meet for coffee before trial begins, if you know what I mean, and the other two were potential assistants.”

My thoughts were cut into by my partner’s assistant, Trish when her strained voice sounded over the intercom.

“You can thank me with an iced latte for lunch.”

Trish. She didn’t beat around bushes and that was what I like about her most.

“How would you like me to respond to Mrs. Robin?”

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