Filthy Lawyer (The Firm #1) Read Online Whitney G

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: The Firm Series by Whitney G
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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 52699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
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I’d never been kissed like this, never been possessed like this, and I was seconds away from begging him for more.

“Please…” I moaned.

“Please what, Miss Tanner?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer.

He pulled away from me instead, leaving me breathless with soaking wet panties.

“Damnit…” He muttered, stepping back. “My clients will be here Monday at eight o’clock. I suggest you finish those files.”

“I’d need an entire year.”

“You have a weekend.” He left me standing alone in the hallway.

At four in the morning, I put my head down on the table and surrendered. My task was impossible, and my brain wasn’t focused on anything but Mr. Carter’s lips.

“Miss Tanner?” a soft voice said moments later. “Miss Tanner?”

“Huh? What?” I looked up and saw an intern setting a fruit plate in front of me.

“I’ve prepared a private suite for you upstairs,” she said. “I wasn’t sure what type of body wash you liked, so I bought four different types.”

“Suite?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “There’s a whole floor of those whenever you have to pull an all-nighter.”

Mr. Carter didn’t tell me that.

As if she could read my mind, she picked up my plate and motioned for me to follow her.

We rode to the top floor, and I bit my lip to prevent my jaw from dropping. This was practically a hotel with the best views of Manhattan.

“Okay, look.” She ushered me inside a room with a king-sized bed. “You have to take care of yourself if you want to survive here. Otherwise, everyone will eat you alive.”

“It’s my second week and I already want to die.”

“If it makes you feel any better, most first-year lawyers don’t make it past the interview process.”

I was far too exhausted to smile about that minor accomplishment.

“Don’t get straight to work after entering the firm,” she said. “Go to the research library and use the time to make it seem like you’re reading, but take a twenty-minute power nap. Oh, and don’t waste time running back and forth to the coffee makers. There are tons of interns here like me who can make sure you always have some in hand.”

“Thanks,” I said. “Why are you helping me?”

She pointed to the pink “Theater is My Life” and “Acting is my Lifeline” pins on my coat.

“I was a theater geek, too,” she said. “I know what it’s like to be underrated and overwhelmed.”

“Good to know.”

After she handed over the suite key, I undressed and stepped into the shower.

Letting a replay of Damien’s lips dominate my thoughts, I stood under the streams until I couldn’t take anymore.

Damien Carter

I came to the tombs to get a file and didn’t see you working.

Did you get lost again, or did you go home?

I need an answer, Miss Tanner. Now.

IRRELEVANT (ADJ.)

NOT IMPORTANT, PERTINENT, OR GERMANE TO THE MATTER AT HAND OR TO ANY ISSUE BEFORE THE COURT

ELIZABETH

The Innocence Project.

‘Caring is Sharing’ Nonprofit

The Association of Justice for All

Icompleted another job application in the morning and hoped to get a speedy response. Despite the exceptional salary, I couldn’t deal with another week in file box prison.

Frank may have had a point after all.

“Miss Tanner, I have a new assignment for you,” Mr. Carter said, suddenly stepping into the room. “Something that needs to be handled as soon as possible.”

“Is it a court case?”

“Of course not.” He scoffed, tossing a menu for Whimstery Cafe in front of me. “I need you to go to this place and watch the Sonny Caps Condo building that’s right across the street. Take pictures of everyone who enters and leaves, and take notes on every delivery van you see.”

“So, you want me to do a stakeout?”

“Sure,” he said. “That’s a great way to put it.”

“I have a law degree, Mr. Carter.”

“I know.I’m shocked.”

“Funny,” I said. “This stakeout thing is a joke, right?”

“I’ve never been much of a comedian, Miss Tanner,” he said, heading to the door, “And again, I’ll let you know when I’m open to questions.”

He walked away without giving me anything again.

CRIME OF PASSION (N.)

A DEFENDANT'S EXCUSE FOR COMMITTING A CRIME DUE TO SUDDEN ANGER OR HEARTBREAK, IN ORDER TO ELIMINATE THE ELEMENT OF "PREMEDITATION"

DAMIEN

Ipulled out the blueprints for Sonny Caps Condos like I’d done hundreds of times before. Even though I knew the building like the back of my hand and could probably go head to head with an engineer about everything inside it, I was a stickler for double-checking everything.

As I was comparing the eighties version of the building to the one in the nineties, the sound of heels clacking against my floor made me look up.

Miss Tanner placed a to-go cup on my desk.

“What are you doing here?” I said. “I gave you an assignment.”

“I did that already.”

“Impossible. I told you to sit there and take notes.”

“I did.” She crossed her arms. “How long did you expect me to sit out there and watch the building?”


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