Page 68 of Indiscretion

She looked me up and down with her lip snarled and left my hand waiting. “Why are you here?”

“As I said, I work for Dawson. I’m a paralegal.”

She cackled. “Oh, that’s rich. Did he run through all the attorneys in the City and he’s been forced to resort to the help?”

The help?This woman really had a giant stick up her ass. Though I was at a place of business, so I wasn’t going to take the bait. Instead, I offered my best pageant-worthy smile. “Why don’t I show you to the conference room?”

Her eyes narrowed. “I think I know where it is.”

I ignored her and looked to the client. “Right this way, please.”

Once the two of them were seated in the conference room, I excused myself to let Dawson know they’d arrived. At the door, Emily stopped me.

“I’ll take a coffee with cream and sugar.”

Not that I asked…Yet I smiled once again. “Sure. And how about you, Ms. Webber?”

“Nothing for me, thank you.”

I didn’t feel the need to rush, so I went to Dawson’s office first. He was still on the phone, but held up a finger telling me to wait. His eyes skimmed their way from my feet up to my face. When they met mine, he grinned. I found it oddly refreshing that he never tried to hide his checking me out, and that the smile at the end told me he liked what he saw. Or maybe I was delirious from not getting enough sleep lately.

Dawson said goodbye to whoever was on the phone, swiped his cell off, and tossed it onto a pile of papers on his desk.

“Ms. Webber is here, along with her counsel, who didn’t look too happy to find out I’m working for you.”

Dawson frowned. “What did she say?”

“Nothing important. Just tried to make me feel small.”

“Sorry. I have no idea how I didn’t see who she was until recently.”

“It’s fine. Doesn’t bother me. I find it amusing, actually.”

“Emily? Amusing? You sure you got the right person?”

I smiled. “She wants to make people feel beneath her, but only an insecure person does that.”

“You have her pegged.”

“Did she make you theassholebracelet, by the way?”

The corners of Dawson’s lips turned down. “No.”

Okay then. I thumbed over my shoulder. “I put them in the conference room. But don’t rush. Mr. Webber isn’t here yet.”

“Thanks. I’ll tell the receptionist to bring him back when he gets here.”

“Okay. I have to get Emily coffee.”

“Did you offer her some?”

“No. She told me how she’d like it.”

“Did the client want coffee?”

I shook my head.

Dawson picked up a case file and started toward the door. “Then we’re all out. I’ll be sure to let Emily know.”

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