Page 19 of Legal Seduction
Then he would.
She hadn’t given him much of a choice last night. She’d run off before he’d finished cleaning up. He’d come so much—because of her.
“I’m working on it,” he said. His voice sounded gruff, so he had to clear it before continuing. “But now that we’re aware of what happened, we’re all more vigilant. Nobody’s going to pull anything on us again.”
Least of all Bette Monroe. She would not seduce him again. That was not going to happen.
He slapped his palms onto the tabletop so forcefully that he had coffee spilling over the rim of his mug. “Anything else we need to discuss this morning?” And he gave Stone a pointed look, so that he wouldn’t bring up what he knew about the night before—about Simon’s late night with Bette.
Ronan, who was always full of energy, jumped up from his chair. “No. We’re good. I trust that you’ve got everything handled. It’s not like we could actually have a mole in our office anyway, not with you doing all the hiring.”
Heat rushed to his face now from where it had pooled in his groin with thoughts of Bette. How had she fooled him so completely? She was nothing like what he’d thought she was the past two years.
If he’d only known how damn hot she was...
How responsive. She’d come so easily and so many times. He was good. But he wasn’t that good. He hadn’t even given her his best effort because he’d lost control. That damn tension had wound up so tightly inside him that he’d snapped completely.
Trev stood up, as well. “I’m the one with back-to-back appointments with potential clients all day today,” he said and sighed. “The burden of being a winner. Everybody wants you.”
Simon wriggled his eyebrows and grinned. “Everybody’s always wanted me.”
Apparently, even Bette...
But she’d never given him that impression before. Did she know that he was onto her? The thought of her distracted him again, so that he barely noticed that Ronan and Trevor had left his office.
Stone had remained, though, sitting across from him, his eyes narrowed as he studied Simon’s face. “What the hell are you thinking?”
“Right now?” Simon asked. “I’m not sure you’d want to know.” Unless Stone had a thing for Bette Monroe, too, because Simon couldn’t stop thinking about her and that damn lacy lingerie she’d been wearing the night before. What would she be wearing today? He couldn’t wait to find out.
“Last night,” Stone said. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“What are you talking about?” Simon asked. He could probably guess, but he’d learned it was smarter not to make any assumptions. Maybe Stone didn’t know who’d been in the office with Simon.
“I was here,” Stone reminded him. “I heard Bruno wheel in the cart for your romantic dinner.” His brow furrowed with either confusion or concern. “With your assistant.”
Simon chuckled. “So—we were working late.”
“You weren’t working,” Stone said. “Your office isn’t soundproof and that wasn’t dictation I overheard as I was leaving.”
Heat rushed to Simon’s face, but he chuckled again and teased, “Jealous?”
Stone shook his head. “Concerned that you’re exposing Street Legal to a potential lawsuit. She’s an employee.”
“Not for much longer,” Simon admitted.
Stone groaned. “You’re firing her? That makes it even worse.”
“No,” Simon said. “She already gave her notice.”
“Oh...” Stone nodded as if he suddenly understood.
But what could he understand? Simon hadn’t told him that Bette could potentially be the mole. Again, he hesitated about revealing that information. It was smarter to keep his suspicions to himself until he had proof.
And yet he was compelled to ask his friend, “What does that mean?”
“I’ve seen the way you looked at her the past couple of years,” Stone said. “So I get you going all out since she’s no longer off-limits.”
Hell, if she was the mole, she’d be more off-limits than she was as an active employee.
