Page 14 of My Wildest Obsession

“Yes,” I argue, and she sighs. “We’re you asleep? It’s like eight o’clock.”

“I’m jet lagged,” she informs me and I bite back a smile.

“From what? The two hour flight?”

“Yes.”

“Come back in. We need to file paperwork.”

“Get one of your fancy lawyers to do it for you.”

“It’s one of my fancy lawyers that messed it up,” I admit.

“I’m assuming you fired him.”

“Yep.”

She sighs, and I lean back in my chair. Talking, or arguing, with Clara is the best part of my day. She’s so clever, always trying to outsmart me, and she does. Half of the time anyway.

“Am I getting a big bonus for this?”

“Sure.”

“Fine. I’ll see you in twenty.”

The line goes dead and I get everything organized, trying not to glance at the clock too much.

I know as soon as she arrives. Awareness and a growing sense of anticipation settles over me. I look up and there she is. She’s dressed down tonight in a tight pair of black yoga pants and a dark blue shirt.

I wonder if she was sleeping in that.

Her hair is tied up into a haphazard bun and she’s not wearing a speck of makeup.

I gulp.

She looks fucking beautiful. All I can think about is grabbing her, dragging her curvy body against me, and kissing the hell out of her. I want to know if she’s just as talented with her tongue when she’s using it for other things besides sparring with me.

I feel my cock start to harden and I promptly sit down in my desk chair.

“Let’s do this,” she says, and for one horrible second, I wonder if she can somehow read my thoughts and knows that I was just imagining throwing her down on my desk and having my way with her.

“Right.”

She plops down in her pink fuzzy chair. I lost a bet a few months back and promised that if she won, she could get any chair for the office that she wanted. I should have known that she would pick something like this.

The rest of my office is done up in dark woods and midnight blues. So the pink, fuzzy chair and footstool stand out like a sore thumb. It’s the one bright spot in this place.

Kind of like she’s the one bright spot in your life.

“It’s the Newsome case. This stuff needs to be filed by midnight.”

“Got it, Bossy. Where do you want me to start?”

I pass her a stack of papers and we both dive in. We’re silent as we work and I start to relax.

I grew up poor and I always knew that I would do whatever it took to be successful. I never wanted to go to bed hungry or worry about where I would be sleeping that night.

I had always been good at arguing and talking my way out of trouble so a law degree seemed like a good fit. And it is. I’m a damn good lawyer and I’ve worked my ass off to be the best in Los Angeles.

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