“I’m used to assholes.” She shrugged lifting her delicate shoulders.
“Not on my watch, and I hope you don’t mean me. I can be sometimes.”
She laughed at that. I relished the sound as it filled the space between us and soothed my troubled mind. I used to hear my father talk about my mother’s laugh all the time but I didn’t get it. A laugh was just a laugh to me until I heard Summer laugh the other day.
I kind of understood what he meant then. It wasn’t only the sound of the laugh, it was how it left you feeling after.
“Of course I don’t mean you.” She shook her head at me and the ends of her ponytail bobbled and the little curl at the end flicked over her shoulder. “What did you say to him?”
I looked out to the scene she’d previously been staring at of the surrounding city. “Nothing good, angel.” I turned back to her. “Did you read through the full file?” I was interested to know what she thought.
There was a twinkle in her eyes as she nodded. “I did. Interesting case.”
“What did you think about it?”
“Me? You seriously want my take on this?”
“I do.” She seemed to have formed an opinion.
“It all looks like they did things properly, but what gets me is the amount of money Mrs. Denman invested. It was a risky transaction, plus it was the first time she worked with them. I’d be more inclined to side with the prosecution argument that she needed more guidance.”
“What about the disclaimer?” Well hell. Since she was on a roll I thought why not let’s bounce opinions off each other.
“The documents they gave her had a lot of information, and looked like everything she needed to know so the disclaimer could hold, but I think we’d have trouble with the other things that happened and how their meetings were conducted.”
“Tell me more.” I looked at her giving more attention to her words.
“I think that even though she signed a disclaimer to excuse their liability, when dealing with that amount of money a company like them would have been required to do a little more than what they did.”
I simply looked at her, mesmerized by her intelligence and her beauty.
“You make smart look sexy, how do you do that?”
My comment threw her and she pressed her lips together.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“That’s the best kind of sexy, imagine what would happen to me if you made an effort.” I liked watching her struggle to not like me.
As far as coincidences had ever gone in my life this was the best one. I was having a hard time though being around her.
I still wanted her back in my bed.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” She blushed.
“You’re the smart one, you just picked up on something I didn’t consider in the case. How about you tell me why?” I challenged.
“No.” She tried to get past me but I stopped her and took her hand, holding it.
“Let’s get out of here, call it a day.”
“Alex it’s eleven o’clock. I have to go type up the minutes and organize the appointments for the rest of clients.”
“Do they need to see me today?”
“No. But I promised to call and make the arrangements for next week.”
“Great, you can do that tomorrow. Let’s go out.” I kept my gazed fixed on hers.