Page 20 of Lost Room Lawyer
Young, I thought, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Yeah.He’s Hector Lando.”
Dominic stared at me for a moment, and I could practically see his brain working. His gaze shifted to my bag, then back to me, before his face broke into a broad grin. “You hooked up with him, didn’t you? That night.”
“Wh…?”
“I can tell. And now you’re going on vacation together. Am I right?”
“No!”
Dominic burst out laughing as he clutched his stomach. “You’re something else! I knew it! Sooner or later, some fling was bound to come back to bite you. Haha! But finding out that it’s your new boss? That’s just too priceless!”
What was I surprised about? Dominic observed people around him like a hawk. I’d always envied this skill he developed in acting school.
“So? Where are you going?”
“St. Moritz,” I mumbled. Seeing his suggestive grin, I snapped back. “It’s business! For goodness’ sake!”
Dominic was still laughing. “Was he any good? Was it worth it? Because I have to admit, he was hot.”
I shook my head in disbelief.
“Don’t forget the condoms,” he said with a singsong voice as he got up from the couch.
I growled in frustration, although I was more annoyed with myself. The fact was, Hector Lando still had the same pull on me as he did that first night at the poker game. It wasn’t even that I hadn’t had the chance to look around and have some fun over the past two weeks. I had gone out with acquaintances, and there were one or two hot guys at the gym. But since I saw Hector every day, it felt like I was walking through the world with magical glasses. All the other guys seemed pale and colorless, while Hector practically shone with a divine light. It didn’t matter how often I tried to convince myself that he was forty-three. Or that he was married. Or that he had kids.
Urgh …
“I was actually going to ask if you wanted to go out for a drink,” Dominic said, turning back to me in the doorway.
“I have to get up at six,” I said, feeling frustrated.
“Then we’ll have dinner together. I want to hear all about Corvo.”
I mentally slapped my forehead and wanted to come up with some excuse, but Dominic had already disappeared into the kitchen.
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Hector
The thought of driving two and a half hours with Nico didn’t sit well with me at all. I would have preferred to handle the situation alone, but Gerry had sent me photos of Vevey, so I had a rough idea of what to expect in St. Moritz.
Canonica’s obsession with collecting had indeed crossed all reasonable limits, and since I was pretty much the opposite of a hoarder and tended to get anxious about the chaotic clutter in my daughters’ bedrooms, I knew I couldn’t tackle this mission alone.
What’s the point of having an intern?I reminded myself as I drove early in the morning to Nico’s house.Two and a half hours of driving!
Nico was already waiting in front of the building. I was glad he was such a reliable young man. Although we hadn’t had much contact over the past two weeks, I had noticed that he was diligent and able to work independently.
He threw his bag onto the back seat and got in. “Morning,” he said, fastening his seatbelt. As he yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he looked totally cute. His hair was a bit tousled, and a faint pillow mark lingered on his cheek. When I didn’t respond, he turned to me with a sleepy expression.
“Morning,” I replied with a smile.
His gaze drifted over my suit. “You’re all dressed up again,” he mumbled. “How do you do that?”
Reluctantly, I admitted that my behavior was bordering on obsessive. If I noticed it myself, it must be significant.
“You’re dressed casually.”
