Page 74 of Square Deal

“Or maybe—” she grinned “—you’re actually Batman andIsaac Lawsonis your cover for when you don’t feel like being Bruce WayneorBatman.”

I bracketed my hands around her waist and chuckled. “You know what I think?”

She giggled. “What?”

I hoisted her in the air and threw her ass up over my shoulder. Her skirt rode up, giving me another peek at the garters around her thighs. “I think you need the rest of the tour.”

Hannah squealed as I spun her around, bolting for my bedroom.

Things were easy with her. She was sassy as hell and I loved her mouth. She made me laugh. She made the stress of holding together thousands of jobs go away. She made the burden of the Lawson family name bearable.

Hannah didn’t look at me as a means to an end. She eased my tension and somehow made the good times even better.

And she had no idea.

“That was good.”Hannah grinned as she pulled her clothes back on.

As soon as I made it into the bedroom, I threw her down on my bed for a quick fuck. She was all about it, ripping my suit off as fast as she could.

I would have kept her tied to the bed all day if she would have let me, but I brought her to the city to show her a good time. We had a schedule to keep.

I heard the front door open and glanced at the clock.Right on time.

Hannah’s eyes widened with panic. “Who’s here? Is that Luca?” she whispered. “Fuck. I should have known he’d be traveling when we were here.”

Reluctantly, I got out of bed and pulled my boxers back on. I didn’t want to scare Spenser. “If you had been paying attention at Thanksgiving dinner, you’d know that Luca won’t be here until next week.”

Hannah shot me a dirty look. Her big brown eyes narrowed into thin slits. “I would have been a better conversationalist if your fingers hadn’t been inside my pussy.”

I grinned and pulled her close. “You need to get better at compartmentalizing.”

Spenser was creating all kinds of racket in the other room—his casual way of letting me know he was there and I needed to be mostly clothed.

“Isaac, who is in your apartment?” she clipped through gritted teeth.

I tugged on my trousers and pulled my dress shirt back on. “C’mon. He’s here for you anyway.”

Hannah let out a nervous squeak in protest, but didn’t argue when I grabbed her hand and dragged her into the den.

Spenser Crenshaw stood in the living room next to the garment rack he rolled in. He was decked out in Italian loafers, slim trousers that stopped just above his ankles, and a paisley print shirt that was unbuttoned lower than would be appropriate—well—ever. It showed off his unnatural orange spray tan.

“Spense,” I said as I put my hand on the small of Hannah’s back. “Han, this is my executive assistant, Spenser Crenshaw. Spense, this is?—”

“Hannah Jane Hayes,” Spenser fawned, taking her hand in his and kissing the back of it. “I’ve heard all about you.”

Hannah looked at me.

I shrugged. “Probably from Luca and Maddie.”

“You know Maddie?” Hannah Jane asked, her perfectly shaped brows arching up in surprise.

Spenser nodded. “Of course. I used to run in the same circles as Mr. DeRossi’s cunt of an assistant until he finally fired the bitch.”

I gave Hannah Jane a look that saidI told you so.

Hannah plastered on a smile, “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Spenser.”

With one hand on the garment rack and one hand holding Hannah’s, Spenser pulled them both toward my bedroom. “I’ve got this on lock, Lawson. How about you have some lunch sent up?”

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