Page 32 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

From the reaction on his face, I see that he doesn’t agree with some part of my statement. I don’t know which, but I don’t ask either.

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“Can you walk on your own?”

I shoot Michael a glare.

“I had one drink.”

“Two,” he says, “and you seem like a lightweight.”

I shrug, feeling light and free for the first time since the cops came to my office. When Michael suggested that we talk somewhere other than the office again today, we ended up at a small coffee shop and spent over two hours going through Brandon’s life.

At least the parts I knew about.

Then, he made several calls before calling it a day.

I didn’t want to go home and be alone with my thoughts, so I informed him I wanted to get a drink. He offered to drive me, even though I made it clear that I didn’t want to impose.

“Are you sure you don’t need my help?” He asks.

I shake my head. “Nope. I can find the car by myself. And I am not a lightweight.”

I am, in fact, a lightweight. I never indulged in any vices growing up because I knew it would cement my father’s disapproval of everything else that I did.

I thought that if I stayed away from partying, then he would see that I was focused. Of course, it was Peter—who didn’t bother hiding his vices and still took all the glory.

And I had two glasses.

I turn around, spreading my arms out to feel the breeze as I reach the parking lot in front of the bar. With the rows of cars, it takes a while before I find Michael’s car.

When I do, though, I lean against the passenger door, waiting for him.

“One moment,” he says as the car beeps.

I close my eyes for a moment, and the next thing I feel is a hand touching my shoulder.

“Savannah?”

Michael’s face is pretty close to mine, and I can smell his aftershave—a heady mix that messes with my already cloudy brain.

And what is that?

I reach out to touch his chin, and the feel of his peach fuzz excites me.

“Savannah,” he says in a low tone.

“What?” I ask, feeling the wind taking away my inhibitions. I lean closer, “Do you know that you smell amazing right now?”

He shakes his head and removes my hand.

“You need to step away so I can open the door for you.”

“Oh,” I say, my eyes widen as I realize where I stand. “Okay.”

I take one step forward, but it’s a step too far, and I lose my balance. Thankfully, I have the good sense to reach out to Michael, wrapping my arms around his neck.

His hands encircle my waist, breaking my fall midway.

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