Page 27 of Legal Passion
And like he’d said, Stone needed to prove it, and he wouldn’t be able to do that if he didn’t stop letting Hillary distract him. What was it going to take for him to finally get enough of her?
They’d had sex twice. Would it take a third time? Fourth? Whatever it took, Stone was willing to make the sacrifice. He had a case to win and two million dollars to collect.
* * *
Hillary settled onto her couch with a sigh. It was so much softer than her chair at the office. But she was still working. She had so much work to do to stay ahead of Stone.
And she was ahead of him now.
She’d rather be under him, though.
Or on top of him...
A lusty sigh slipped through her lips as she remembered how it had felt straddling him in the SUV, how deep he’d driven inside her with each thrust of his hips.
She’d never been filled so completely. But then, he was so damn big. Larger than life in every way.
Her doorbell rang, and she jumped. But she had no hope it was him. She’d been sorely disappointed the last time she’d thought he had shown up at the office, but it had only been her boss. Who was it this time?
Not Stone. He had no idea where she lived. Maybe her boss had tracked her down here. He might have figured out that she’d manipulated him, even more effectively than McCann and Stone had tried, and he intended to take the case from her anyway.
Her stomach tight with dread, she stood up and walked toward the door. Since it was the weekend yet, for a few more hours, she was dressed casually in soft knit leggings and a long sweater that hung off one shoulder. She touched her face, uncertain if she’d put makeup on or not.
But it didn’t matter if she hadn’t. Her visitor had shown up unannounced. So unless it was Stone—and it wasn’t—she didn’t care how she looked. No. She didn’t care how she looked for him, either.
He’d probably think it was cute that she wasn’t wearing makeup. Without it, she looked more like a teenager than thirty.
Just as the bell pealed out again, she pulled open the door. It wasn’t her boss leaning against the jamb. Unfortunately, it also wasn’t Stone.
No, that was fortunate. She didn’t want him to know where she lived; she didn’t want him in her place—even though she couldn’t deny that she wanted him inside her, buried deep.
“Hey, remember me?” her visitor asked, and Dwight’s mouth curved into a sheepish smile.
She didn’t step back; she didn’t want him inside—her apartment or her. “I thought you had a girlfriend.”
He snorted. “That was a mistake—trying a relationship. What we have works better.” He stepped closer.
He was tall like Stone. But unlike Stone, he was thin instead of muscular. His hair blond instead of black, and it was already thinning despite Dwight being the same age as she was.
“Why does it work better?” she wondered aloud.
“Because it takes less effort.”
Maybe she should have been offended. But she understood. Neither of them had time for complicated and feelings and...
Whatever the hell Stone made her feel. She sure as hell didn’t have time for that.
She didn’t have time for Dwight now, either, because it was clear he hadn’t shown up because he wanted to be with her. It was obvious he wanted to be with someone else—someone who’d required more effort from him.
“I’m busy right now,” she told him. She was resting her case in the morning. She had to make sure she hadn’t missed anything, that she hadn’t given the jury any cause to let Stone give them a reasonable doubt.
He glanced over her head into her living room. “Do you have someone here?” he asked. “Are you seeing someone?”
She laughed at the thought of her being in a relationship. Like she would ever have the time or the energy for that. She knew relationships were fleeting and not worth the effort and definitely not worth the pain when they ended. And they always ended for one reason or another.
A noise behind Dwight drew her attention. It was the sound of someone clearing his throat. As Dwight turned to see who was coming down the hall, he stepped back against the wall with its faded brocade wallpaper. And Hillary saw Stone round the corner of the corridor.
How long had he been standing back there, out of sight but not earshot?
