Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
Roman
Grabbing my briefcase, I headed to Harrison’s Tap & Tavern, a bar my father purchased a few years ago down the street from the firm.
“Evening, Roman.” Bart, the manager, smiled.
“Evening, Bart.” I walked over to our family table and set my briefcase down.
“Scotch?” Bart asked.
“Three doubles. My brothers will be here soon.”
“Coming right up.”
I glanced at the door and saw my brothers walk in. They were in court all day, so I didn’t get to tell them about Morgan.
“How did it go in court?” I asked as they sat down.
“I swept the floor with that ADA.” Julian grinned.
“I won my case.” Parker smiled.
Bart walked over and set our drinks down. Grabbing mine, I held up my glass.
“To The Hamilton Group.” A smile crossed my lips .
“The Hamilton Group.” Both of my brothers grinned, clanking their glasses against mine.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” I said, sipping my scotch. “I’m flying Morgan Ashley out here tomorrow.”
“Why?” Parker’s brows furrowed.
“I need her for the Williamson case.”
“You mean you need to fuck her again.” Julian pointed at me.
“That too.” A smirk crossed my lips. “But in all seriousness, we need to find anything that proves our client is innocent.”
“Isn’t that the pro-bono we took?” Parker asked.
“Yes, and I have more important cases to work on right now—ones that pay a lot of money.”
“So, am I understanding this right?” Julian asked. “The firm is paying Morgan to fly out here to help with a pro-bono case? Are you crazy, bro?”
“Why don’t you have one of the associates handle the case?” Parker asked. “You know we only hire the best.”
“Because I don’t lose, and the little bit of research I did, I can’t find anything that proves he’s innocent. If there’s anything out there, Morgan will find it.” I finished my drink.
Julian sat across from me, narrowing his eyes. “That’s a hefty price to pay for sex. You better be putting her up in a cheap hotel.”
“The only way she’d come here was if I reserved her a suite no smaller than 1250 square feet at the Four Seasons and flew her first class. Besides, if I had my way, she’d be staying at my place until the case was over.” I reached over and grabbed Parker’s drink.
“Hey.” His brows furrowed.
“You’ve gone and lost your mind.” Julian pointed at me .
I tipped the glass to my lips with a smile, took a sip, and set it down.
“Perhaps I have. I’ll see you two tomorrow.” I stood up, grabbed my briefcase, and left the bar.
My driver, Ollie, pulled into the driveway of my home.
“See you in the morning, boss.”
“See you tomorrow, Ollie.” I smiled, shutting the door.
After changing out of my suit and into my swim trunks, I dove into the pool and did a few laps. I hadn’t stopped thinking about Morgan since our night together, which frustrated me. That gorgeous and sexy woman was a force to be reckoned with, and I knew it. But once my curiosity was piqued, there was no going back until I found out exactly who she was.
When I heard my phone ringing, I climbed out of the pool, grabbed it off the table, and saw that my mother was calling.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Hi, darling. This is just a reminder that family dinner is at my house this Sunday.”
“I haven’t forgotten, Mom. You know I’ll be there.”
“Good. I haven’t seen you since the last family dinner two weeks ago. You haven’t even told me yet how the wedding was.”
“It was nice. We can talk about it on Sunday.”
“Okay. Make sure to remind your brothers about dinner.”
“They haven’t forgotten either. I’ll see you then.”
“Goodbye, darling. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
“You too, Mom.”
I sent a text to my brothers in our group chat.
“Katherine just called. Family dinner is at her house this Sunday, just in case you didn’t know.”
“Calista already informed me,” Julian replied .
“So did, Pippa,” Parker replied.
I swam a few more laps, went upstairs, brushed my teeth, and climbed into bed. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I brought up the picture I took of her passport and stared at her photo, sliding my hand down my pajama bottoms. The last time I’d had sex was with her, and I was desperate. I could have called any woman I had saved in my phone for a fun night, but I didn’t want just any woman—I wanted Morgan Ashley again.
“Olivia, come in here,” I shouted from behind my desk.
“Yes, Roman?”
“I want you to move all of the Williamson files out of my office and put them in conference room two, along with a company laptop.”
“Okay. I thought you were going through them in here,” she said.
“Someone is coming in this afternoon to work on the case.”
“Someone outside this firm?” Her brows furrowed.
“Yes. Her name is Morgan Ashley, and she’s from New York. In fact, I need to go meet her.” I stood from my desk and put on my suit coat. “Ensure all the files are out of here before I return.”
“Will do, boss.”
On my way out, I stopped by Julian’s office, where he and Parker were discussing a case.
“Hey, you two.” I tapped on the doorframe. “I’m going to get Morgan and bring her back here.”
“Before or after you fuck her?” Julian asked .
“Very funny.” I smirked. “You two behave yourselves when she gets here. Consider yourselves warned.”
“Why do we have to behave ourselves and you don’t?” Parker asked.
“I’m the one who slept with her, so I don’t have to behave myself.” I winked and headed toward the elevator.
I arrived at the Four Seasons.
“Welcome to the Four Seasons. How can I help you?” a young man with a smile asked.
“I’m checking in. The room is reserved under Hamilton Group.”
“Ah, yes. I’ll just need to see your I.D.”
I handed him my I.D.
“Name of the guest staying?” he asked.
“Morgan Ashley. I’ll need a key as well.” I glanced at my watch. “She should be arriving here in about forty-five minutes.”
“Your guest will be in room 7804. Here is your key.”
“Thank you. The suite isn’t less than 1250 square feet, right?” I asked.
“The suite is 1400 square feet, Mr. Hamilton.”
“Excellent. Don’t tell Miss Ashley I’m up in the room when she arrives. I want it to be a surprise.” I smiled.
“I won’t.”
Taking the elevator to the seventh floor, I swiped my keycard and entered the suite. Tucking my hands into my pants pockets, I walked around, taking in its beauty. I walked over to the mini bar and pulled out a bottle of scotch, pouring some into a glass. Sitting on one of the wing-backed chairs facing the door, I waited for her.