Her nails are long, pointed, and bright.So is her outfit.Dripping in designer everything, which might not be unusual in New York, but there’s something purposeful about the short, bright green dress and houndstooth jacket.
She’s rich, there’s no question about that, but it’s as if she feels she needs to prove it.On her fingers are several diamond rings of different carat sizes, a diamond-encrusted watch, and two unmissable studs in her ears.
If she’s trying to impress me, she failed.
Nothing about her outfit is gaudy—she fits right into the uber rich in New York, and no one would blink if she was striding down the road in Paris.
Courtney is beautiful, almost five feet seven I’d guess—shorter out of her Louboutin—and has long red hair, thick long lashes, unusually deep green eyes and full lips.
Fuckable.
If she weren’t my client.
Obviously.
I’ve never been tempted to cross the line and get disbarred for a hot piece of ass, and I’m not going to start now.
One thing about me is I have enormous self-control, even if my friends wouldn’t believe it for a second.
She could bend over right now and have no panties on and I’d be like...actually that’s probably pushing it a little.I’d get hard.
Let’s hope she doesn’t drop something.
My eyes dip to her outstretched hand, and I decide to keep a wide professional boundary with this woman and be clear I’m not a man affected by her sex appeal.
“Mr.Sterling, please.”I ignore the flash of offense in her eyes and indicate the table and chairs across the room.“Take a seat.My team will be here shortly.”
I collect my folder from the edge of my desk as her hand drops.Before another word can be spoken, Jason and Sean step into the room
“Excellent.Let’s begin.”
CHAPTER TWO
COURTNEY
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