“Oh yeah? And how has he been different?”
“I can’t put my finger on it, but he has been. It would mean the world to him if you took the job and stayed in Los Angeles.”
“I’m still thinking about it.” I smiled before walking out of his office.
I went into the conference room, sat down, and placed my hands over my face, reflecting on Roman and this situation—a situation that evoked feelings of fear. The fear that I was possibly falling for him scared the living shit out of me. Ever since my father’s murder, I felt nothing—numbness had become my best friend. But when I was with Roman, everything was different. I felt things I never intended to feel. No matter how hard I tried to stop the feelings from emerging, I couldn’t. I liked him and liked spending time with him. He was a playboy dressed in sheep’s clothing—a womanizer who didn’t believe in relationships. Did I believe in relationships? No. The way my mother tore my father apart was something I’d never forget.
The door to the conference room opened, jolting me out of my thoughts.
“Hey, are you okay?” Roman asked.
“Uh, yeah. I thought you were in court.”
“I was. Closing arguments are tomorrow.” He sat in the chair across from me.
“I spoke to Julian. He asked me what I could find out about the woman suing your mother.”
“Good. I was going to ask you if you’d look into her. It could be your first investigative work as a permanent employee of The Hamilton Group.” A sexy smirk crossed his lips.
The corners of my mouth slightly lifted as I stared at him. “You said no pressure.”
“I’m not pressuring you. It was just a statement.” He winked.
“I’ll see what I can find on her. You can leave now.”
“This is my conference room.” A light chuckle escaped him.
“Don’t you have a closing argument to work on?” My brow arched.
“You’re right.” He tapped his knuckles on the table. “We’ll go to dinner right from the office. Unless you want to go home and change first.”
“We can go right from here.” I opened the laptop.
“Excellent.” He walked to the door.
“Roman?”
“Yeah.” He turned and stared at me with his hand on the handle.
“If I do decide to become an employee of The Hamilton Group, there are many things I would need.”
“Such as?”
“A variety of computers, different servers, a car?—”
“A car?” He asked, cocking his head.
“Yes. The primary use would be to investigate people for your firm. The miles, gas, and wear and tear would comefrom all the traveling I’d do to get information for you and the other attorneys here.”
“You have Ollie,” he said.
“Ollie is your driver, and at some point, we’ll need him at the same time. Plus, as much as I like Ollie, I’d rather drive myself. I’ll also need several burner phones.”
“You have a deal. If you decide to work for me, I will provide everything you need.”
“Thanks.” I smiled.
“So, did that just seal the deal?”