Page 2 of Resisting the Lawyer (Dirty Hot Resistance 3)

After he knocked up my mother, he vanished. It was only after Debra’s success in the fashion designing world and my own name being splashed across the business world as one of the top ten corporate lawyers in this part of the world, that he had shown his face, looking to make amends with his family.

My gut tightens at the thought of him and how Debra had suffered.

I enter my car and start the engine.

Yes, I know men like that.

The office is bustling with activity and I glance at the new male receptionist who would be working alongside Elise once she came back next week.

I miss her.

I miss the way she just brightens up the whole foyer with her cheery personality. Even Caleb likes her and he doesn’t like many people. Ever since the delivery, I visited her at her home, but she acted very wary of me and rather than make her uncomfortable, I’d chosen to leave.

The look on her face had been strange to say the least as she had seen me walk in and walk out in a span of ten awkward minutes.

Gloomily, pondering over my non-existent love life, I decide to visit Lana.

The Head of Human Resources and married to Oliver Thornton, the famous British Crisis CEO who had somehow managed to get the prickly and smart woman to say yes to him.

W

e grew up together, Lana and I, which is why annoying her is akin to annoying Debra. Only Lana won’t beat me up.

She has been known to have tied me to a tree once though.

Having opted to take the stairs, I’m crossing the cubicle area when I see a good looking man with pretty blue eyes and a head full of thick golden hair, leaning over one of the women’s desks, smiling at her in a way that speaks of intimacy.

Something about him is so familiar that I stop and stare at him.

Perhaps sensing my gaze, he looks up and his expression stiffens. He murmurs something to the woman with whom he was flirting

Her expression turns dark for a brief second then she mouths something suspiciously looking like Elise’s name.

I shake my head, telling myself I’m imagining things, and I continue on.

I can still feel the man’s gaze boring into my skull but I get the feeling I’m missing something here.

As I enter Lana’s office, I think back to whether I’ve seen Elise interact with any woman besides Lana or Caleb’s fiancée and PA, Kendall.

My mind comes up empty.

“Lucas?”

I blink and see Lana staring at me, confused. Tall with dark flowing hair, which is currently tied into a bun, and stunning sea green eyes which are currently a mixture of confusion and suspicion, Lana could make a killing as a model, something which I often end up pointing out to her. And something which gets me rebuked every time.

“What are you gaping at me for? Come in already,” she orders.

I stride in, my eyes now on the half finished cupcake on her desk. “I just came to—”

My hand hasn’t even begun reaching for the cupcake before she warns me off, “Touch that and I’ll hurt you.”

“But I’m hungry,” I protest, my mouth watering at the sight of the cake.

“Well, so am I.” She growls and puts the cupcake behind her, out of my sight and reach.

My stomach now grumbling, I sink into her couch. “Who’s the guy outside?”

Lana returns to where she is writing up a report and says dryly, “We employ over one hundred employees in this building along. Sixty nine percent of them are male. You’re going to have to be a bit more specific.”

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