Page 93 of The Rules Of Attraction
“I would. In fact I feel like I should in this case because he’s just going to give a refund. They won’t accept that.” I pulled in a breath.
Preston raised his brows. “From what dad said the case should be a straight win for us. It’s odd Devon doesn’t want it in court.”
“I don’t get why and I don’t want to jump to conclusions.”
“Publicity, maybe it’s that. There’s a lot going on in the investment world and maybe he just wants his company outside all that.”
“He mentioned the press, but I feel like he has other reasons.”
“Like what?” He squinted.
“I don’t know. Why would you want to stay away from court?”
“To keep things private. A deeper investigation is always needed and you’d have to show more evidence to support your case.”
I considered that already, but hearing it made me think again and I couldn’t get past the feeling that there had to be something more.
What if he was hiding something? Something he wouldn’t want revealed if he had to provide evidence.
“It’s going to be difficult to keep my personal feelings out of this. I don’t trust him and it’s wrong for me to represent someone I think is shady.”
“I get it, I do but you need to reign in how you feel and stick to the basics. Go with process.”
If I were going with process I would have done a number of checks on Devon before taking him on as a client.
But maybe I needed to indeed go back to basics and process, so that meant doing what I normally did. My own vetting, for my own peace of mind.
“Okay. Basics and process.” I agreed.
“Good.” Preston nodded. “Just stick to that.”
The little tap on the door I’d grown accustomed to sounded. My eyes darted straight for it as it opened and Summer came in.
She stopped when she saw Preston, and damn him he gave her that look I’d seen him give the women he was interested in.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t realize you were busy.” She apologized.
“It’s fine, I wasn’t busy.” I replied eyeing Preston with a crude stare.
“I don’t believe we’ve met properly. I’m Preston. Preston Sullivan.” He spoke before I could so he could do that thing he did when he introduced himself and place emphasis on his name. It was his James Bond impression that he said grabbed the ladies from hello.
Not my girl though – okay she wasn’t mine yet – but, I was working on it.
Summer didn’t look grabbed. She looked at Preston the way she looked at everyone else, and not the way she looked at me.
When he put out his hand to shake hers she took it and smiled.
“I’m Summer, Alex’s PA. Nice to meet you.”
The asshole kept hold of her hand for a moment longer than what was expected from a normal handshake.
“I hope Alex is treating you good. You let me know if he steps out of line.” He was still holding her hand.
“I will.”
Finally, he let go, and I felt the annoyance that seeped into me fade.
This Summer Daniels had me acting like a teenager. A jealous teenager, and with my own brother. And I was still jealous from the way that he was still looking at her.
