Page 24 of Legal Attraction
CHAPTER SEVEN
RONAN’SHANDSWERESHAKING. Hell, his whole body was shaking. But he forced his fingers to clench into a fist, and he pounded on the door. There was a bell. He could have used it, but he suspected his hand was shaking too much for his finger to find the small button.
He’d had no problem finding every one of Muriel’s buttons. And he’d pushed them. Just like she’d pushed his. They’d driven each other wild. Maybe that was why he was here.
He was crazy. He had to have been crazy to leave The World’s Most Beautiful Woman lying naked in her bed. But he’d had the feeling—that urge that he’d had when he was a kid and he’d been overwhelmed with his parents’ fighting—the feeling that compelled him to flee.
So he’d fled.
He hadn’t gone far, though, just a few floors up to another apartment in the same building. He lifted his hand to knock again just as the door finally opened. He was taken aback for a moment by the face that stared at him. While it was familiar, it wasn’t the one he’d expected to see, although he should have known Simon would be with Bette Monroe if she was home. He suspected his friend spent every free moment with his former assistant. Simon’s shirt was off and his blond hair was mussed, so it wasn’t difficult to imagine what they’d been doing.
The same thing he’d been doing with Muriel...
Simon looked more shocked to see him, his blue eyes narrow and his brow furrowed with confusion. “What the hell are you doing here? Did you get lost?”
Despite feeling a little lost—the way he had when he’d run away all those years ago—Ronan shook his head.
Just as Simon had back then, he took Ronan in. He opened the door to Bette’s apartment and led the way down a short hall to a good-sized living room. The apartment was bigger than Muriel’s and nicer, with highly polished hardwood floors and dark trim. Maybe designers actually earned more than models.
Or maybe Muriel hadn’t been able to afford anything bigger after paying out the divorce settlement Ronan had gotten for her ex...
He flinched as guilt stabbed him. Of course that didn’t matter anymore. With all her recent accolades, she had to be back on top now.
On top...
Why the hell hadn’t he tried that position with her? But then she would have been able to set the pace and drive him even more out of his mind than she already had. When she’d gone down on him, he’d nearly lost consciousness, the pleasure overwhelming him.
Simon turned back toward him and asked, “What are you doing here? I thought you were going to try to seduce the truth out of Muriel tonight.”
“What?” Bette exclaimed as she walked up behind her boyfriend. She was pulling the belt tight on a silk robe that was probably all she wore. “That’s horrible!”
Ronan wasn’t about to remind her that was what Simon had done with her. He had already caused enough trouble between them.
But apparently Bette hadn’t forgotten because she slapped Simon’s shoulder and said, “It was bad enough when you tried that with me.”
“It was bad?” he asked, as he turned toward her and arched one of his blond brows.
She uttered a wistful sigh, and her mouth curved into a naughty smile. “Very bad...”
Simon stepped closer to his girlfriend and wound his arm around her small waist, drawing her against his side. His hand smoothed over her hip, and his gaze dipped toward where the neck of her robe began to gape over her full breasts.
Ronan snapped his fingers. “Hey, I’m still here!” He didn’t mind being part of a threesome—if the other two were women. That was the only way he didn’t mind sharing. But somehow he didn’t think that would be the case with Muriel. He wouldn’t like sharing her with anyone.
But if her reputation was to be believed, she wasn’t seeing only him. There had been all those flowers in her apartment, too, and only people she knew would have known where to send them. According to her ex, one man had never been enough to satisfy her. Of course, that one man hadn’t been Ronan.
He could satisfy her. At least, he thought he had.
“Why areyouhere?” Bette asked him. She obviously wasn’t very happy to see him, not that he could blame her. He hadn’t been very nice to her at her going-away office party.
He wondered if she would ever forgive him. And if she couldn’t, Muriel certainly never would. But what was there to forgive?
He had only been doing his job. Ronan was not the one who’d done anything wrong. Muriel was. Wasn’t she?
“I came here to ask you about Muriel,” he replied.
“Bette already told you she had nothing to do with those documents that were given to the bar association,” Simon said. And now his voice was as cold and unwelcoming as his girlfriend’s.
“Muriel said those documents were given to her,” Ronan said.
