I stand.
“We don’t know that.And I am not talking about my client.”I growl as I push a button to close the shutters in my office, giving us privacy.
“Rich.”He rolls his eyes.
Fair, but I’m not letting him know that.I’m the shark, remember.
“And is that all you got from my speech?Did you miss the seven years you studied to be a lawyer at fucking Harvard where you got honors and then spent your entire career becoming the best of the best?”
I snarl.
Sebastian plants his hands on his hips.“And now you’re going to throw it all away.For pussy?”
“Watch your mouth!”I growl.
“Did you fuck her?”
I cross my arms.
“Jesus, Zander.”Sebastian shakes his head, glancing away.
“I didn’t fuck her,” I sigh.Dropping my arms, I point to the chairs in front of my desk.“Sit down.”
“No.I can’t punch sense into you from there.”
“Exactly,” I shoot him a half smile.We stare at one another for a long moment before he shakes his head and tugs one of the chairs around.
I lower back into my black executive chair and shift my keyboard over an inch or two.“Surprised you came alone.”
Normally, these interventions include two or three of us.Strength in numbers and all that.We’re all as pigheaded as one another, just in different ways.
“I’m the only one who noticed, although I think Dereck might suspect something.”Seb shifts his big frame to get comfortable in the seat.“What’s going on, Zander?This woman isn’t worth it.”
Again, my jaw tenses.
The woman has gotten under my skin, and I don’t just mean the way she has my body thrumming when she is near.I’ll protect my friends and family until death, but women have never brought out that need in me.
Until now.
It’s not like she’s some pathetic female who can’t speak up for herself or is close to being on the streets.What is it about Courtney Blackmore that makes me want to lift a sword and challenge anyone wanting to harm her to a duel?
Because that’s how it feels.
Taking her home and driving away was extremely difficult on Friday night.My hands were clenched fists as we rode side by side, the silk of her red dress drawing me like I was a damn bull.
Perhaps it was knowing I’d upset her.
Or perhaps it was seeing the glint of sexual arousal in her eyes when I told her I wanted to thrust my cock inside her and make her come.
God, I do.
The answer is: I know Courtney is holding back information, and I don’t trust her.She wants me to remain her attorney; therefore, my dick needs to stay behind my zipper like a prisoner.
“She’s my client.I just told you I didn’t sleep with her, Seb.Enough.”
His thick brow lifts.“But you wanted to.”
“Yes.I do.Because I have blood running through my veins and a cock between my legs.A big one, if we’re talking details.”