Page 32 of Legal Seduction
How had they entered so quietly?
They’d lived on the streets. Maybe they’d learned to be quiet there. Or maybe she’d just been too distracted with thoughts of their managing partner to notice if an entire circus had entered her office, riding elephants while juggling rings of fire.
“You can stay,” Trevor Sinclair suggested.
“Simon told you that I gave my notice,” she said and leaned back in her chair.
Maybe one of them could convince him to let her go early. She only had four days—including today—left on her notice. She could last four days.
Couldn’t she?
But she was already boneless from all the pleasure he’d given her. She didn’t want to lose her backbone completely the way her mom and her sister had. She didn’t want to get addicted to him and desperate and clingy like all of his other ex-lovers. No. The less time she spent with Simon Kramer the better. At least, the safer...for her.
“Why are you leaving?” Ronan Hall asked.
She hadn’t told Simon; she damn well was not going to tell him, either. She just shook her head. “This just isn’t a good fit.”
Stone Michaelsen studied her like she was one of the criminals he represented. As she’d told Simon, quitting was not a crime.
“Street Legal or Simon?” he asked.
Heat rushed to her face. She and Simon fitted together perfectly, like her body had been made for his. But then his body was so perfect that she couldn’t imagine him not fitting with every woman he seduced.
Had he actually seduced her? Or had she seduced him?
“I don’t have a background in law,” she said. “I am really not a good fit as a legal assistant.” So why had Simon hired her two years ago?
The three men exchanged a glance as if they were all wondering the same thing. From the way Ronan glanced down her body, it was clear he had his suspicions. He wasn’t wrong about them—now.
But she knew that wasn’t why Simon had hired her since he hadn’t even noticed her until she’d given him her notice.
“You must have done a fine job the past two years,” Stone said, “or Simon wouldn’t have kept you.”
Now her embarrassment gave way to annoyance. Simon did not own her. He never had and he never would. No man owned Bette Monroe. Instead of telling his partners those thoughts, she just offered them a tight smile.
“We hate to have you leave,” Trevor said. But he didn’t sound particularly sincere. In fact, he sounded suspicious, and he studied her with a strange look on his face, kind of like the look that had been on Simon’s when she’d caught him in her apartment.
Actually, Simon had looked both suspicious and guilty that day, like she’d caught him doing something. Rummaging through her things? Her purse?
Had he seen any of her designs?
She doubted it. Those were on the desk in her bedroom, and she didn’t think he’d gone in there while she’d been showering. And he hadn’t been back to her apartment since that day—except for in her thoughts.
She kept imagining him there.
She kept imagining him everywhere but most especially inside her. It was almost as if she could feel him in there, filling her completely.
Heat rushed to her face again and pooled lower in her body, between her legs. She crossed them and clenched her thighs together, but that only intensified the sensation. She needed Simon again.
No. Four more days was too many. She was too close to getting addicted to him, to becoming desperate and needy for him like all those other women he’d dumped.
“If you all feel like I should leave now, I understand,” Bette told them. “If you’re worried about the confidentiality with your clients.”
“Should we be worried?” Stone asked.
“Yeah,” Ronan said, “it’s not like you’re going to work for the opposition or anything, is it?”
She shook her head. “No. Like I told you, I’m not suited at all for a job in law.” Her passion was fashion. For years that was the only real passion she’d had.
Now there was Simon. But he wasn’t just a passion. He was becoming an obsession, as well. She needed to get away from him as soon as possible.
But his partners were no help. “You’re welcome to stay,” Stone told her. “As long as you’d like.”
She’d like to leave now. For some reason she hesitated to admit it. And they were gone before she could form the words. It was only four more days. Four more days of Simon Kramer...
She wasn’t really falling for him, though. She couldn’t. She knew him too well.
Didn’t she?
