Page 16 of Legal Passion
Her reputation and her career would be over. And that was probably what he’d intended all along. Her palm itched with the need to connect with his handsome face. She wanted to slap the innuendo and sexiness right off of him.
But she didn’t dare touch him because that had been her first mistake last night. No. That had been her second, or maybe her third.
Her first mistake had been not calling security to throw him out the minute he’d stepped into her office. She wouldn’t have even had to place a call. All she’d had to do was press the little panic button under her desk. But she hadn’t even thought of it when he’d walked in; she’d thought of nothing but those stupid fantasies she had about him.
“You know why I’m here,” she said. “Give it back!”
He arched a brow and leaned across the console separating the front seats. The leather was so supple and soft. And even though the car hadn’t looked new on the outside, with all its scuffs and dents, it smelled new inside—the leather fresh and expensive.
“I’ll give it to you,” he said.
And she suspected he wasn’t talking about her bra. Her pulse accelerated as excitement coursed through her. Coming up against Stone Michaelsen in court had always been exciting. But coming up against him outside of court was something else entirely.
She wasn’t sure her heart could handle this much excitement. Her pulse raced with it, her heart hammering away as she remembered the pleasure he’d given her.
He was so damn good. That was his and his partners’ reputations, though. They were as good of lovers as they were lawyers.
And even she couldn’t argue that they were exceptional lawyers. After last night, she couldn’t argue that Stone wasn’t an exceptional lover as well.
“Stop it!” she warned him. “Stop playing games with me.” Because she wasn’t sure she could handle any more excitement.
He leaned back and widened his eyes with feigned shock. “Who, me? Why do you think I’m playing games?”
“Taking my bra,” she said, “bringing it to court. That was adolescent.” She was hoping that was all it was.
“Adolescent?” he repeated and chuckled. “There wasn’t anything childish about last night, Hillary.”
“We acted on impulse,” she said, “without regard to the consequences. So that wasn’t very mature or professional of either of us.”
Unless he hadn’t acted on impulse. Unless it had all been premeditated on his part, and he’d come to her office in order to seduce her.
That was what she wanted to know, even more than she wanted her bra back. “Or wasn’t that the case for you, Stone? Did you plan what happened between us?” She gestured toward his briefcase. “And did you take that as evidence so you could get me removed from the case?”
He and his partners didn’t have reputations for just being exceptional in court and in bed. They had reputations for being ruthless as well. She’d been hearing stories about them for years, but even more recently about women they’d purposely seduced.
Was that what he’d done with her?
Just how ruthless was Stone Michaelsen?
