Page 49 of Who's Your Daddy
Apparently they think I possess some magical ability that allows me to do six things at the same time.
I pick up the dumb thing andfumble with it. “No,” I say, not totally sure I held the button long enough. “Not available for that.” I add for good measure.
For as long as I’ve been around, the guys have each had their own paralegal, plus two legal assistants and associates to help with the grunt work. Now it’s just me. So they are gonna have to learn to step up and do more of the heavy lifting themselves. In fact, I intend to teach them how to use the brand-new copier before the day is over. How is it that they passed the bar, yet they can’t even scan a document?
Oh, because they’re spoiled asshats.
Brian appears in the doorway. “Why the hell not?”
“She’s working on prep for my DV trial tomorrow.”Sully pushes past him and drops a stack of papers on my already full desk. “Police reports.”
I give him a clipped nod, though I’m pretty sure there’s smoke billowing from my ears.
“I’m getting the three letters proofed and up to JEDS plus hard copies sent,” I say to Brian. “I have the notice of motion, proposed order and cert. I also did service and fees for the motion you’re doing. Before the end of the day, I’ll need to follow up on the interrogatories on Jensen. Plus, I’m doing this stuff for Sully.” Exhaling, I rub at my temples. “So, no Brian, I don’t have time to pull exhibits.”
He sighs, his shoulders sinking. “You’remyparalegal.”
“I used to be, yeah. And I could be again if we left this shit hole but for the next”—I squint at the calendar on the wall with the countdown—“sixty-eight days I belong to all of you.”
“No one is leaving for a year.” With a glare at Brian, Sully jabs a finger at the papers he dropped on my desk. “Flag anything I need to review in red. Yellow if you think it’s an exhibit.”
As he brushes past Brian, he grits out, “I’m getting my firm and my family back. A year Brian, not a day less.”
Brian watches him go, and he doesn’t turn back to me until Sully’s door slams shut.
“So I’m really pulling my own exhibits?”
Before I can respond, the bell on the front door jingles, announcing Cal’s arrival.
Of their own accord, my eyes jump to one of the two computer screens in front of me.
10:22 a.m.
He’s later than normal.
“Lola,” he sings.
Smirking, Brian steps back. A moment later, Cal practically prances into the room.He’s in a blue button-down that pulls across his shoulders, showing off just how defined his body is. From here, it looks like he didn’t shave this morning, so there is just a hint of shadow dusting his jaw.
Dammit. I swear the man gets hotter every day. It’s annoying as hell.
“I come bearing a bag of wakey-breaky and the best nifty-gifty.”
Brian snorts. I actually like that one, though.Nifty-gifty.I’m dangerously close to giggling before my good senses return and I suppress it.
Have I seriously sunk to laughing at the dumb ass rhymes this gorgeous man spews?
Cal’s eyes twinkle like he can read my mind. Shit. I hope not. If he knew how hot I think he is, he’d be insufferable.
“Are you ready for it?” He grins that stupidly handsome grin. “Come on, Lola, get excited.”
He strides around the table and pulls me to my feet. Once I’m steadied, he doesn’t step away. No, he peers down at me, his blue eyes sparkling.
The heat radiating from him is far too comforting, and his scent is enough to hypnotize me. I’m frozen, unable to move away.
His gaze drops to my mouth, and his lips part.
A bone-deep desire to press my mouth to his crashes over me like a wave.
