Chapter 13 #2
“She’s got a good eye,” Kingston argued.
“She’s practically fucking blind, asshole. I took her to the job site at the Smiths’ house, and she was facing the wrong direction when she told me how everything looked”—he paused to use two fingers on each hand to make air quotes—“Peachy.”
“Ahhh… Gladys is my girl. Heart of gold. And she makes the best peach cobbler.” Kingston clapped him on the shoulder.
Nash turned to look at me, pointing a finger in my direction. “You’re keeping Cassie. No more strays for your brother.”
We laughed, and I gave a fist bump to each of them before I made my way back to the office.
I needed the break. I was still pissed, but I’d simmered down.
When I pushed the door open at the office, it was quiet, and I was thankful there were no surprises waiting for me. Cassie was sitting behind her desk, and she looked up and winced.
Never a good sign.
“What now?” I hissed.
“Don’t get mad, boss. But Ruby Rose is in your office. I told her I was not allowing anyone to step foot in here without an appointment,” she said proudly, chin up, shoulders back.
“Yet, you let her in?”
“She said she just needed sixty seconds. One minute. She said you’d understand. She was very specific.” She shrugged.
Now, it was my turn to laugh.
Fuck me.
I would have been pissed if she’d turned Ruby away.
I held up my hand when she started talking again, and I made my way to my office.
I pushed the door open, and there she was, sitting behind my desk, looking like a badass.
Long, tan legs crossed at the ankles where her black military boots were propped on my desk.
She was wearing a white sundress of sorts, showing off all that golden skin.
My mouth watered at the sight of her, and my day suddenly turned around.
“Hey there, Queenie. I hear you need sixty seconds of my time,” I said, waggling my brows playfully at her.
“You’re so predictable. Of course, you fell for that.” She pushed upright, her legs falling beneath the desk, and I immediately missed them. Although she leaned forward, elbows on my desk, giving me a perfect view of her modest cleavage. “Did you seriously offer to represent my mother?”
She was pissed.
This woman was so hot and cold I couldn’t keep it straight.
Now she hated me again?
“Excuse me? Are you seriously barging into my office to reprimand me for something you know nothing about?”
She pushed to her feet and stormed toward me, her finger poking me in the chest hard.
“What I know is that my mother has no money. She said that you’ve agreed to help her fight Jimbo, who, by the way, did nothing legally wrong, in case you don’t know the law.
He took money out of a joint account. Just like she does all the time.
She’s batshit crazy, and if you represent her, you will lose, and then I’ll get slammed with a bullshit bill. Not happening.”
I snatched her finger and wrapped my hand around it. “So what is it you’re worried about? Me losing the case, or you getting stuck with a bill?”
She narrowed her gaze and tried to pull her finger away, but I held it still. “Both. It’s ridiculous for you to take her on as a client.”
I leaned forward, my chest brushing against hers. “We finally agree on something.”
“So why did you agree to be her lawyer?”
“I didn’t. I kicked her and her lunatic husband out of the office. There is no case. But I would have told you that if you hadn’t come in here with both guns blazing.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? That’s all you have to say? You poked me in the chest, and once again, you tell me that I don’t know how to do my job.”
Her tongue peeked out and moved along her bottom lip, and my dick jerked to life.
This woman got under my skin like no other.
“No. I said that if you’d taken her on as a client that it wouldn’t be very lawyerly,” she said, the corners of her lips turning up.
And goddamn, when Ruby Rose smiled, it was like catching the last glimpse of the sun before it set.
It was rare.
And sweet.
I leaned down and wrapped my lips around her finger, and she gasped before I released it. “Either way, I think an apology is in order.”
“Is that your legal opinion?” she teased.
“It is.”
“Fine. Sorry. I should have asked first before I accused you.”
“Or maybe you just wanted an excuse to come here after what happened the other night? I told you that you wouldn’t be able to stay away,” I whispered as I nipped at her ear.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” She pushed me back and gave me this devilish smile. “I haven’t thought about it once.”
“Is that why your nipples look like they could cut glass at the moment?” I asked. My fingers grazed over the fabric of her dress, where two hard peaks were clearly excited to see me.
She sucked in a breath before her hand moved between us, and she gripped my dick in her hand. “I think you’re the one who’s struggling. I’m doing just fine.”
I chuckled, and my hand moved over hers, guiding her up and down my shaft, right over the denim of my jeans.
“You aren’t ready for seconds?”
My desk phone rang, and she startled, pulling her hand back and shaking her head the slightest bit.
I leaned back and picked up the phone, unable to hide my irritation. “What is it, Cassie? I’m with a client.”
“Sorry, boss. But your first scheduled client has arrived, and I thought you’d want to know.”
I didn’t. Sure, I’d instructed her to always let me know when an appointment arrived, but she’d never followed any rules before.
Why the fuck start now?
“I’m leaving anyway.” Ruby smirked. “Take care, boss.”
She sauntered out the door, and I groaned.
This day had been a disaster.
Very on par to now be suffering from a bad case of blue balls.
And the only person who could help had just walked out the door.