His fees would finance my pro bono cases. I need to focus on this, not ankle tattoos and sticky notes. “I can do that, but I thought you had it handled.”
“I did, then Mom had to go and break her shoulder. I need to be the dutiful son and pick her up from surgery and make sure she’s comfortable.”
“Of course.” Alex always prioritizes family. If I’d followed his example, I might be married and experiencing the life he claims I’ve missed out on.
No.
I’d be a cheating asshole, because even if I’d managed to make it down the aisle with my ex-fiancée, there’s no way my dick would stay soft around Paige.
Her vivaciousness draws me in, calling to the same adventurous spirit I once possessed before ambition consumed me.
Is that what Alex is referring to?
I planned to travel and see the world, but finishing law school was more important and then establishing the firm. I’d always planned to take some time off, but a client always needed me.
And they still do. “I’ll handle it. Let Taylor know I’m going in your place.”
Alex chuckles. “I would not do that to her. I actually like my assistant.”
My brows pull together in annoyance. “I need an assistant with me.”
“That’s what Paige is for. She can put up with your bullshit, and she runs rings around everyone else here.”
I can’t argue with Alex, but her brains and body make her far too appealing and lethal to my self-control. It’s hard enough to stay professional in an office environment. Surrounded by expensive alcohol and evening air—it would be a disaster. “That’s not a good idea.”
Alex looks ecstatic. “Scared you might break your no-fraternization rule?”
Giving myself permission to go after her would open up the floodgates holding my arousal in check. I wouldn’t be able to stop until I’m unloading inside of her—bare.Because I already know I want no barrier between us when we fuck. I want to feel her clench and pulse as I slide inch by inch inside her.
When?Fuck, no. “I’m not some horny, unrestrained teenager. It’s a work event, not a date.”
My eyes dart across the room. I can see Paige through the glass wall, one leg crossed over the other and a thigh split in her skirt high enough to give me heart palpitations.
Is she reading?
My cock hardens thinking about her self-indulgent comment earlier.
Alex snickers.
I give him the middle finger.
He throws his head back and laughs as he exits my office.
Paige looks up as Alex leaves, flicks her gaze in my direction, and catches me watching her.
Looking down at the book in her hand and then up at me, she shrugs and goes back to reading.
Such a fucking brat.
I should call her out, but she’s already ahead with her work, and the office isn’t technically open for another hour.
I try to spy the cover of her book, but it’s impossible to make out from this distance.
Curiosity gets the best of me. I open a new web browser and search for her name and book reviews.
Nothing.
I scowl at the screen. She must use a pseudonym, so I do what any non-stalker boss would do—use her profile picture from the firm's website and search her image.
