THE HOT lawyer's

Part 6

Lisa

"You know she's scared shitless, don't you?" Bobby said the second Jennie walked out of his office. "The whole time she was in here, she looked like a goddamn deer caught in headlights."

"She's humble." I leaned back in the chair, using my palms as a pillow, fanning my arms to each side. "And her sister wants to fucking kill her, so there's that too." I smiled as I thought of the glimmer in Jennie's eyes when I'd offered her the show. The way her lips had turned upward, her brows rising, the heat that had moved into her cheeks. "Man, she's going to be perfect."

He lifted his coffee and moved back in his chair, kicking his feet onto the top of his desk. "You know, when I first met James, I didn't tell her I was an agent. I didn't hide the fact; I just didn't mention it. Jesus, I couldn't keep my goddamn hands off her that night." He shook his head, grinning. "Once we parted that next morning, we texted a few times, and then the opportunity to be her agent fell right in my fucking lap." A serious expression took over his face. "Except there was one problem. I'd already slept with her."

My arms dropped, my foot bouncing in the air after I crossed my legs. "Why are you telling me this?"

"When I sat at that conference table, the chance of being James's agent dangling right in front of me, I had the same goddamn look on my face as you did when Jennie was sitting next to you."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Sister, it takes one to know one, and I saw that shit coming from a mile away." He took a drink of his coffee. "Jennie was the girl in the green dress, the one I assume you took to your hotel room last night?"

When we were on this side of the industry, we all played by the same rules. Bobby was the first in our group to break one, and it had worked out for him, but most didn't, and he was trying to warn me.

I sighed. "I didn't know she was Irene's sister until our meeting this morning."

His feet dropped to the floor, and he leaned his arms over his desk. "It's too late to tell you not to do it, but I can tell you, this could end badly if it continues."

"Continues? You know me better than that." I laughed. "Hit it, quit it—or in this case, work for it. But nothing more besides business will ever happen between Jennie and me—I assure you of that."

His hand went to his face, like he was going to cough, but a long, deep chuckle came out instead. "Fool, who do you think you're talking to? Do you really think I fucking believe that?"

"Why wouldn't you?"

His eyes narrowed. "I saw the way you were looking at her. You were doing everything in your power not to throw her across my desk."

He wasn't wrong.

I couldn't stop thinking about that fucking body. I could practically feel her under my fingertips, taste her skin on my tongue.

But things had changed.

She was soon going to be a client, and that was something I wouldn't mess with.

"Not going to happen, man." I shook my head to emphasize the point. "Trust me."

He tapped his fist on the wood. "What do you want to put on it?"

"Your plane."

He laughed again. "It's a bet I'm not going to lose, so why don't you tell me what I'll get if I win?"

"Name your prize—one of my cars, a trip to fucking Fiji, a hundred grand, whatever you want."

He stretched his hand in my direction. "You've got yourself a deal." Once we shook, he added, "Now, get your ass out of here and go read her contract. We've got a new fucking client to sign."