Page 33 of Legal Desire
She was every bit as dangerous as Simon had warned him she was.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“So you did do it on purpose?”
She was quiet for a while, long enough that he took it for an admission.
“Why?”
“You’re getting too close.”
To what? To the truth? Or to her?
He gestured toward the foyer. “You didn’t mind when I was inside you.” His cock hardened at the memory of how it had felt, buried deep within her. “Can’t get much closer than that.”
“Yes, you can,” she said. “That’s why you got upset with me—because I pried.”
“I got upset because you want me to ditch my practice and my friends.”
She tilted her head, and her eyes narrowed as she studied his face. “But if you win an election, you’re going to have to leave the practice—maybe even the city. I thought that was what you wanted.”
Damn it!
He had roused her suspicions again. He could see them in her blue eyes. “I want you,” he said and he reached across the counter for her hand.
But she curled it into a fist. “What do you want me for?” she asked. “Sex or to help you become a viable candidate for office?”
“Both,” he replied instinctively. He really just wanted the sex.
And proof. That was what he wanted more than anything. Proof that she was the mole. But the thought had his stomach flipping with dread. Now he didn’t want it to be her. But there was no other viable candidate.
He smiled. “You really think I could win an election?”
She nodded. “Yes. Your backstory. The work you’ve done. Unlike your partners, you’ve taken cases where you represent the clear victim. You’re David taking on Goliath.”
He snorted. “Really?”
She looked at him, her gaze running over his body. He’d pulled on his shirt, but he hadn’t done up the buttons. Her gaze felt like a caress of his chest. And she murmured, “Maybe more like Goliath taking on Goliath.”
“And you think that’ll make people vote for me?”
She nodded.
He held in a laugh. The politics thing had just been a ploy to get closer to her. But to think that he actually had a chance...
It was ridiculous to him. But he didn’t want her to see that he had no intention of running for anything but her. He had no problem running for her.
But he wasn’t sure if he should run toward her or away from her. “How is it that you know so much about politics, Allison?” he asked. “Especially given how you hate politicians.”
She sighed, and her shoulders slumped in resignation. Was he finally going to get the truth out of her?
His pulse quickened with excitement—with anticipation. He’d been close to her physically. But getting to know her secrets...
That was even more intimate than sex.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” she replied.
“So you don’t hate politicians?” he asked. “What about lawyers?”
