“I had nothing to do with that,” she says. “I was onbereavement leave.”
Like I give a damn about that ex-husband. If he hadn’t died on his own, I would have sent him to meet God just for a chance with Aricia.
“I know,” he says, grinning. “But it turns out, you have the highest rated law firm in Buffalo, New York. And nobody expects Italians to work with black people.”
Aricia raises her eyebrows and I’m secretly hoping she chooses to slap me for the comment.
“If that’s a backhanded compliment, I refuse to engage.”
“It’s not a compliment. This is a compliment: You look hot as fuck in that dress.”
“I’ve worn this to work for years. It’s nothing special.”
I lean over, not giving her much space to run and I get very close to reluctant Aricia before whispering in her ears, “It looks special on you, babe. Trust me.”
I watch the gooseflesh spreading on the exposed strip of skin just above her knee. The skirt part of the dress slides up just a little when she sits and those thighs are so sexy I’m ready to cream my pants on the spot.
“Why are you here, Peter? If you need to discuss the case, you can set up a meeting with the attorney assigned to your case. I’m busy.”
She acts like she doesn’t want me near her, but she could have attacked me harder and forced her way out of this car if she really wanted to. Instead, Aricia stays right here where I can smell her work perfume. I mentally calculate the closest hotel to our current location.
“Busy with a man?” I ask her.
Aricia glares at me, and I’m just happy she’s looking at me at all. “Withmy job.”
“You’re not busy right now.”
“Because you kidnapped me,” she says, putting her hand on the car handle. She won’t be able to open the car unless I unlock the door.
“I didn’t kidnap you,” I respond, shifting uncomfortably in my seat as my dick gets unreasonably hard again. “I…liftedyou off the streets.”
She doesn’t appreciate my casual approach to everything here, but I did nothing to harm her. Aricia’s glare could pierce straight through my confidence if I allowed her to. .
“This is your final reminder that I plan on killing you.”
“That sounds nice.”
“Peter…”
“Let me take your mind off things. I’ll take you to a hotel.”
I start driving before she answers. Aricia sighs and leans her head back against the seat.
“I just had a hard first day back and the first thing you do is kidnap me and force me to argue with you for my freedom. Aren’t there hundreds of women lining up for a rich Italian silver fox?”
So she thinks I’m rich and a fox? I like the sound of that.
“You need someone to take the edge off?”
“I need to get back to my car, so I can go home.”
“I’ll have one of my guys pick up your car and drop it off at your house. We can order room service.”
“Weare not ordering room service, Peter. What is wrong with you? We’re grown and we had a one night stand. We’re both too old to be making a big deal out of having sex.”
“You’re the one making a big deal out of it. I’m just trying to sleep with you again.”
Aricia’s body shifts and her chest heaves in a way that only emphasizes her voluptuous chest. I can’t believe they let lawyers get away with having tits like that. I swear her breasts must be enough to sway a jury. I can only hope that secret sexual desires are causing Aricia’s thighs to shift in my leather seats.
