Page 6 of Legal Desire
All she wanted was another assignment, and that had to be the reason he’d requested this meeting. That had to be the reason the other partners had left.
“You took on a new case?” she asked, and excitement surged through her again.
It was much safer for Allison to focus on business. And she actually enjoyed business with Trevor Sinclair. His cases involved taking down big companies, making them pay for any harm they might have done the public or the environment. Helping him made up for the other Street Legal cases, like Ronan Hall’s messy divorce ones or Stone Michaelsen’s criminal ones.
But he shook his head. “Nope. I’m not taking on any new cases right now.”
She felt a pang of disappointment, which was followed quickly with curiosity. “Then why did you want to meet with me?” she asked.
Alone?
He stared down at her for a long moment, his deep green eyes intense. She could feel the heat of his muscular body. An answering wave of heat rushed through her as her pulse quickened. Maybe she should have stayed in the chair Simon Kramer had pulled out for her because then Trevor might have sat down, as well. Then he wouldn’t be so close.
“I wanted you to come here,” he said, and his deep voice sounded even deeper than usual, “because I have a proposition for you.”
A proposition? That had nothing to do with a case?
If it wasn’t business, didn’t it have to be pleasure?
She sucked in a shaky breath.
And he flashed one of those wide, wicked grins of his, and his green eyes sparkled with amusement and something else.
Desire?
No.
Maybe she was still sleeping. Maybe she was dreaming—that Trevor Sinclair was propositioning her...
Her mouth fell open, her lips—which were nearly as red as her hair—parted on a gasp. Her pale skin finally flushed with color while her pale eyes also darkened as her pupils dilated.
He had her. He’d caught the notorious ice queen off guard with his remark. She wasn’t so cool now. He had flustered the usually unflappable publicist. He laughed. “Notthatkind of proposition, Allison.”
She shook her head, tumbling the red waves of her hair around her slender shoulders. “I—I don’t know what you mean.”
Trev was standing close to her, so close that he knew everybody who had called her the ice queen, himself included, was wrong. He felt the heat of her body even though he hadn’t touched her. Hereallywanted to touch her. Hell, he really wanted her.
So he turned and slid onto the table right next to where she stood, and his knee bumped against her thigh. She stepped back, though.
She obviously did not want him touching her.
He chuckled again at her reaction. “You thought I was propositioning you for sex.”
“Of course I didn’t think that,” she haughtily replied, her pointy little chin lifting in disdain.
“What if I was?” he wondered.
All restless energy, he stood up again, and he was close enough that his suddenly very tense body brushed against hers. How could he want her even knowing that she was the mole? How the hell could he feel any desire for her let alone so much that it had tension winding tightly inside him?
Of course, even though she was the mole, she was stunning. Maybe trying to seduce the truth out of her wasn’t the bad idea he’d thought it was when Simon had tried it with Bette, and Ronan with Muriel.
“Would you be interested?” he asked.
She blinked as if trying to clear her vision before staring up at him. “Would I be interested?” she repeated. “In sex with you?”
And he almost thought she was considering it—until she laughed. That laugh—clear and sharp—cut his pride like a knife.
“Why is that so damn funny?” he asked.
