Page 29 of Legal Attraction
“Yeah, right...” She snorted.
“You’re on the cover of every magazine and all over the news,” he said.
She shuddered.
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Why would she have become a model unless she’d wanted to become famous?
“I didn’t want it like this, because of a scandal,” she said. “I wanted to know I earned it.”
“You did.” She had been the most beautiful woman in the world even before the scandal.
She snorted again. “I have been half expecting you or that sleazy PR firm to send me a bill.”
He wouldn’t put it past that PR firm: Allison McCann was nearly as mercenary as Ronan’s mother and maybe Muriel’s ex had been. If anyone sent her a bill, though, it would probably be Arte Armand...
“I’m not giving you a bill,” Ronan assured her.
He couldn’t and wouldn’t speak for Allison McCann, though, and he wondered now if he should have let her speak for Street Legal, at least for this case. Had Arte and his friends, who were probably now Muriel’s former friends, been telling the truth?
“I don’t want your money,” he said. He just wanted her—like she’d been the other night, naked and wild for him. His fingers twitched now with the urge to reach for her, to touch her.
“I know,” she said. She tossed something down on his desk, right on top of that case file.
“What’s this?” he asked as he glanced at the big orange envelope.
“This is what you seduced me for,” she said.
He groaned. He should have known Bette would tell her about his plan. They were friends. Apparently better friends than he and Simon were, since Simon hadn’t kept that dare a secret for him.
“Muriel—” Before he could say anything else, and he wasn’t certain what he could have said, she put her fingers across his lips.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I was seducing you, too.”
Instead of being offended or furious, he was amused and moved his lips against her fingers as he grinned. He’d wondered why she’d let him close to her. Obviously, she’d been after something, too.
She shivered and pulled her hand from his mouth.
And he asked, “What did you want from me?”
* * *
What had she wanted from him? At the moment, she couldn’t remember. Hell, she wasn’t sure she even knew her own name anymore. All she knew was how he made her feel wanton.
She wanted him so damn badly.
“Right now,” she murmured, “I don’t know.”
“I think you do,” he said, and he stepped out from behind his tall desk—which put him right in front of her—so close that his thighs touched hers.
She wore heels today, very high stilettos. Since she was already tall, the heels brought her nearly to his height. But he was ridiculously tall and broad and muscular and handsome.
“It’s really a waste that you’re a lawyer,” she murmured. With his devastating good looks, he should have been a male model. He would have been far more successful than her ex had been.
Ronan must have mistaken her comment for an insult, though, because he flinched. “Everybody hates lawyers.”
Not everybody.
“Only divorce lawyers,” she teased. “I don’t have any problem with your partners.”
