Page 12 of Lost Room Lawyer
Everything is under control.
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Nico
I felt terrible. My first day as an intern, and I had already lost before it even began. Not even the best bluff would have helped at this point.
Every summer, my father hosted a notorious barbecue party that attracted around a hundred guests.
Why didn’t I ever go?
That would have been the chance to meet Hector.
Fuck! And then we meet at a semi-legal game of poker!
Unbelievable!
I wanted to run away, but Linda fussed over me like a baby. I estimated her to be in her early thirties, but I would never have bet on that since I had underestimated Hector’s age by eight years.
He looks much younger.
But God! Forty-three!
He’s nearing fifty!
He’s an old man!
And married.
And has two kids!
I didn’t know whether I felt sick or turned on. Something was happening inside me that I couldn’t grasp. The sex on Friday had been just too good—and we were so compatible. For me, it didn’t matter whether I was top or bottom, but Hector’s dominant nature had really turned me on. Plus, he seemed like someone who needed control.
Inside, I grimaced because now I understood why. Behind his animalistic drive and penetrating gaze, there was a family man carrying a monstrous secret.
Somehow, I felt sorry for him because I was aware that my worth had just changed. Hector had been relaxed, mysterious, and sexy on Friday. He had practically torn my clothes off with his gaze. But just now, in his office, he had looked at me like a predator. I had become a risk in his eyes.
Despite everything, I couldn’t help but feel the attraction between us. Behind his mask, I glimpsed a burning, unruly passion and struggled to suppress the desire his presence evoked.
This internship is going to be my personal hell on earth.
Maybe it’s my punishment for all the one-night stands I’ve had over the years.
“That’s the kitchen,” Linda said as she showed me around. “You can get coffee or tea anytime. Milk is in the fridge. Sugar is up here. And at the end of the day, always put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.”
She was a lively woman with dark rings under her eyes. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, but her bangs reached down to her brows, creating a somewhat disheveled look. When I noticed a stain on her blue blouse, she followed my gaze.
“Oh no!” She snatched a damp cloth from the counter and cleaned the spot on her shoulder. “Baby vomit. Just ignore it.”
I laughed. Yes, I’d definitely get along well with Linda.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, tossing the cloth back next to the soap dispenser. “I brought croissants. Help yourself. I don’t know if Gerry is coming today, but if he does, you should be quick.”
I shook my head reluctantly. “Thanks, but… maybe later.”
“Nervous stomach?” she asked sympathetically.
