Page 20 of Legal Desire
“Some of those PR releases?” he asked. “You can be pretty brutal.”
“I’m doing my job,” she reminded him. “Usually for you or one of your partners.” Fortunately, they were not the only clients she had, though, since they’d started giving her so much less work.
He had offered her another assignment, though. One she had no desire to accept. Her only desire was for him. And despite all those orgasms, she wanted him again.
He was so damn handsome lying in the faint glow of the chandelier. His features looked sculpted from some rare wood; his hair was so thick and soft...on his head and on his chest...
His muscular chest. Every part of him was muscular, his thighs, his...
He was so big, even without an erection. But as she stared at it, it began to swell again. She jerked her gaze away and focused on his handsome face. He was staring at her, studying her with an intensity that had a strange sensation rushing through her.
This one wasn’t desire. It was fear.
“Why do you work for us?” he asked.
“Because Simon Kramer hired my firm,” she replied.
“But you admitted you don’t like lawyers,” he reminded her. “Why would you work for a law firm?”
“Because I have bills to pay,” she replied.
His brow was furrowed as if he didn’t believe what she was saying. “What bills?” he asked. “You don’t own this penthouse.”
“I own it,” she said. “It’s just not my name on the deed.”
“Do you go by another name?” he asked, and his stare intensified even more as if he knew.
Damn Edward.
What had he told Trevor besides her address?
“Do you have a long list of aliases?” he persisted.
He could actually do a deed search using the address and find out the truth, so she had no reason not to tell him. “It’s in my grandfather’s name,” she said. “In his trust...which I inherited.”
“If you sold this place, you wouldn’t have to worry about being able to pay any bills.”
She shook her head. This place had been her sanctuary for too many years. She would never give it up. “I want my business to make it on its own.”
That was important to her. So important that she would take work even from lawyers. Maybe she would have to take that other assignment he’d offered her, as well.
“I can understand that,” he said. “That’s the way my partners and I feel about the practice. We’d do anything to protect Street Legal.”
There was the strange note in his voice again, like he was aware of something she wasn’t. She narrowed her eyes and studied his face. “I didn’t know it was in danger.”
He’d just won a huge case. Of course, his partners had run into some trouble lately but not enough to do them any real harm—if they would have let her address it.
But they’d curiously kept her out of it.
Why?
He shook his head. “It’s not. There’s no threat we can’t handle.”
“But there is a threat?”
He continued to stare at her for a long moment before he blinked and chuckled. “Of course not.”
“What’s going on?” she asked. And it wasn’t the first time she’d wondered.
