Page 9 of Boss of Attraction
Just then, Rhett walked into the room, looking hot in a hoodie and jeans that hugged his perfect ass.Yeah, yeah. It was wrong for me to check out my friend’s man. Sue me.
“Hey, Declan. Ready to use all that legal brainpower?” he asked.
“Always. And speaking of power, I have to say, your Secret Service buddies are looking quite ... formidable today,” I remarked with a sly grin.
Rhett rolled his eyes and shook his head in amusement. “You know they’re here for a reason. It’s not all fun and games.”
Fallon laughed. “Lighten up, Handsome. Declan’s just appreciating the view.”
Rhett snorted a slight laugh. “All right, I’ll leave you two to your studies. I’ve got to pick up Poppy for ballet. Don’t get into trouble while I’m gone.”
As Rhett left, I couldn’t resist teasing my friend. “It’s like your man knows you or something.”
“Trust me. He knows every inch of me.” Fallon winked.
I could have joked I did too, but instead, we settled onto his couch and got to work studying as another agent came inside andprotectedus.
The clockon the wall seemed to tick louder as the night wore on, and I could feel the weight of the embezzlement case bearing down on my tired shoulders. As a law clerk on the cusp of becoming a junior associate, working late had become the norm, especially with Sean guiding me through the details of how to prepare for the upcoming trial.
“Let’s order some food. We’ll need the energy to get through these financial records,” Sean suggested, glancing at the mountain of paperwork on the conference room table.
“Good. I’m starving,” Camille groaned.
I chuckled and pulled out my phone, scrolling through the options for takeout.
“We can do Chinese, pizza, burgers from The Backyard …?”
“We did those last week,” Camille whined slightly.
“I should have my personal chef bring us dinner on these late nights,” Sean suggested.
“You have a personal chef?” I asked.
Of course, he had a chef. Sean Ashford spent too much time in the office to have time to cook.
“I do. My wife used to do the cooking but …”
He trailed off, looking down at the legal pad in front of him. I didn’t know much about his personal life other than he was best friends with Fallon’s parents and therefore dubbed Uncle Sean. He’d had a wife, but she died a few years back. I didn’t know the details of her passing.
“What does he cook?” Camille wondered aloud, breaking the awkward silence.
“Everything.” Sean smiled. “I’ll chat with him tomorrow, but for now, let’s order something we haven’t gotten recently.”
I continued scrolling through the options on my phone. We settled on a local Mediterranean place that none of us had tried before and was still open. As I placed the order, my stomach growled, a subtle reminder that we were working late into the night.
Just as the order was confirmed, Camille’s phone rang, and her expression turned serious after she answered the call. I could see the concern in her eyes as she listened intently to the voice on the other end.
“I’m sorry. I hate to bail, but I’ve got to go,” Camille said as she hung up. “My son is sick, and I need to be there.”
Sean nodded. “Of course, Camille. Family comes first. Take care of what you need to, and we’ll manage here.”
Camille quickly gathered her things, apologizing for the abrupt departure. We assured her it was no problem, urging her to take care of her child. After she left, I could sense by how quiet it was that Sean and I were the only ones left in the entire office.
“All right, it looks like it’s just you and me now. Let’s tackle these financial records before that food arrives.” Sean shifted his focus back to the task at hand.
We delved into the paperwork as the clock continued its relentless ticking. I tried to keep my attention on the work, but every so often, I would glance at my boss, admiring how sexy he was for someone old enough to be my father, and then I would continue with my work.
Once the food arrived, the smell of Mediterranean cuisine filled the room and we dug into the savory food.
