“Tell me, Diego,” I say pleasantly, “did someone place a welcome mat at my door?”
Diego ignores that and continues inside. “Let me get this straight.”
“No.”
“Last week,” he says, undeterred, “you warn me away from the pretty lawyer because of ‘professionalism.’”
He lifts both hands and puts professionalism in the air between his fingers.
My eyes narrow.
“This week, I find out that professionalism is perfectly flexible when you are the one who wants to sleep with her.”
I set my pen down.
Carefully.
“I swear, the men in this family cluck like hens more than the old women after church.”
Diego just smiles. “Yeah. You were trying to keep that a secret, weren’t you? Sleeping with the lawyer. You should’ve known better.”
“That was no one’s business,” I say. “And it still isn’t.”
“Of course.”
His tone is too agreeable.
I dislike it immediately.
He lowers himself into the chair across from my desk without being invited. That is the difference between brothers and employees. Employees can be fired. Brothers must be endured.
“Do sit,” I say.
“Thank you.” He settles in comfortably and crosses one ankle over his knee. “I am only trying to understand the rules.”
“The rules are simple. Get out.”
He ignores that too. “You thought I had so little self-control that I needed to be warned away from sleeping with the lawyer we hired. The lawyer who has access to personal, confidential, and potentially damaging information about our company.”
He pauses and smiles. “Is that correct?”
I give him a look because he’s obviously not talking about himself. He’s talking about me.
“I warned you away because you flirt with anything with long legs when you’re bored,” I say.
“Mmm. She does have long legs,” he says wistfully, and I nearly snarl.
But I know he’s just trying to rile me up.
“Anyway,” he says, as if shaking off the thought of her legs. “I flirted with her for all of four minutes before you warned me off.”
“That was enough.”
“For who?”
I say nothing.
Diego’s expression turns openly amused. “Ah.”
