Page 56 of I Won't Be In On Monday

“I get that,” he says. "So, what did she tell you about him that alerted you to the fact that he was no good?”

I stare at him for a couple of seconds and press my lips together. “I mean, do we really want to discuss all this right now? I’m very appreciative of you for going along with the story. I completely forgot to tell you that we were working tonight.”

“Because we weren't working tonight.” He grins. “What were you going to do when she showed up and I wasn't here?”

I smirk at him. “I was going to say you were on your way and running late, and then you had a last-minute phone call and had to leave.”

He starts chuckling. “And you’re not doing this to get laid?”

“No, I’m not doing this to get laid. Juniper is my assistant, and I respect her.” I remember about how she bent over my desk earlier in the day and how my fingers rubbed her, teasing her until she was wet. I think about her juices in my mouth and the way she moaned. We crossed the line of boss and employee.Icrossed the line, and I haven’t been able to concentrate the entire afternoon. All I’d been able to think about was being with her, taking her, making her scream my name.

“I've slept with many women I respect.” He grins. “And many that I don’t.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not you, and?—”

“And you’re changing the subject, Remington. What alerted you to the fact that this Marco was a loser?”

“Well, he's a waiter and?—”

“Oh, no, don't tell me you're being classist. She can't date a waiter?”

“No, it's got nothing to do with him being a waiter. But he—” I frown. “Fine, it’s not exactly one thing that she told me. It was just a feeling that I got.”

He nods and smiles. “I see.”

“You see what?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs and stands up and walks over to my bookshelf full of law books. “You know why I enjoy working with you, Remington?” he says as he picks up one of the law treatises and then turns to me.

“Why do you enjoy working with me, Liam?”

“See if you can guess.”

“Maybe because I’ve saved you hundreds of millions of dollars in contracts? Or because I’ve gotten you out of a bind several times. Maybe because?—”

“Fine.” He grins. “Those are some of the reasons. But you know the main reason?”

“No, what’s that?” I stand up and head over to stand next to him.

He looks me in the eye and doesn’t speak for a couple of seconds. There is an air of understanding between the two of us, and I appreciate that while Liam Gallagher is my client, he is also a friend and somewhat of a brother to me. “I appreciate the fact that you’re honest, that you care about people in your corner, and that your sole dedication is to your work and to make sure every I is dotted and every T is crossed in every contract you take care of for me. I appreciate the fact that you notice things I don't, which is saying a lot, because I didn't get to where I am by not noticing everything.”

“Okay, well, I'm glad you appreciate those things, Liam. And thank you for telling me.”

“But you know one thing I have worried about?”

“What's that?” I frown. I didn't know he was worried about anything in regard to my work ethic.

“I'm worried that your job is your life, and that's never good.”

“Sorry, what?” That's not what I had expected him to say.

“There is a balance that's needed in life. And yeah, I know you go on dates here and there, or everywhere with random, beautiful women. But I've never seen you have one solid relationship.”

“That's rich, Liam,” I say, laughing loudly. “I’ve never seen you have one solid relationship either.”

“There was a girl once,” he says. His lips twisting in a sarcastic, almost sad way.

“Oh.” I stare at him in surprise. “I didn't know that.”

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