Page 30 of Legal Seduction
Chapter Eight
DESPITEHAVINGTHEpartner meeting every Tuesday morning, Simon had nearly forgotten about it. But a lot had happened in the past week.
A lot of sex with Bette. A hell of a lot of crazy, mind-blowing sex. That was the reason he’d nearly forgotten the meeting. Losing his memory was probably a side effect of having his mind blown so often and so completely that he’d nearly forgotten the reason he’d begun the seduction of Bette Monroe. He’d nearly forgotten that she was the office mole.
Probably.
He still had no proof. Sure, he’d gotten a look at her checkbook. But those deposits could have come from something else. Maybe she’d sold something other than that information from their case files.
Like her body...
He would certainly pay if she started charging him. She was so damn passionate and sexy and generous.
And distracting.
He needed to focus on finding evidence. Real evidence. Because right now he had nothing but his suspicions.
Apparently, he wasn’t the only one with suspicions. Ronan and Trevor studied him through narrowed eyes. And Stone wouldn’t even look at him as if he was too disgusted.
“What?” he asked them.
“We heard about you and your assistant,” Ronan said.
Now he knew why Stone wouldn’t look at him. “Thanks a hell of a lot,” he told his friend.
Stone shook his head. “I didn’t tell them.”
“You knew?” Trevor asked.
“Yeah...”
“And you didn’t stop him from risking the whole damn practice getting sued?” Trevor asked.
“She’s not going to sue me,” Simon assured them, although maybe he should have been worried about that. If she would steal secrets from them, why wouldn’t she sue?
Stone sighed. “I’m not as sure as you are about that. Just because she’s given her notice—”
“She’s given her notice?” Ronan asked. Then he groaned. “Damn it, we’re certain to get sued if she’s quitting over sexual harassment.”
“I’m not harassing her,” Simon said.
“But you are sleeping with her,” Ronan said.
They had never actually slept together. But they’d had a hell of a lot of sex.
“Everybody’s talking about it,” Trevor said.
So much for him and Bette sharing a secret, their salacious one. He glared at Stone. “What—you’ve been gossiping like a little old lady?”
“I’ve got a hell of a lot more important things to worry about than your love life,” Stone said.
Simon’s heart slammed against his ribs. Love life? Hardly.
“You’re not in love, are you?” Ronan asked.
Simon’s heart slammed against his ribs and he exclaimed, “Of course not!”
“Then what the hell are you up to?” Trevor asked.
