Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 52699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
I could feel it with every second that ticked by, every file that magically found its way atop my desk.
I’d organized all of Mr. Carter’s case files by type. Then, by court date, in alphabetical order,
I only left the firm to go home and take a shower, and still, even though it was clear that Mr. Carter’s game was impossible to win, I was determined to play until the buzzer.
Over the past week and a half, I’d noticed that he was an enigma, slipping in and out of the firm without saying a word, only speaking when an email wouldn’t do. And yet, I seemed to be the only one who found this disrespectful and unfair.
None of the other senior lawyers kept their doors shut for most of the day, and all were willing to stop and answer questions.
Exhausted, I stood up and decided to take a tour.
Most of the offices were long abandoned, and only a few interns were typing away at their cubicles. Every floor had a different layout and elegant color scheme, and the mock courtroom on the fifteenth floor was fitted with so much custom woodwork that it took my breath away.
On the twentieth floor, the words “Damien Carter” were engraved in gold on the welcome wall. Stepping off, I wandered past the receptionist's desk in awe.
Mr. Carter was standing near the windows, sipping coffee and looking at the streets below.
“May I help you with something, Miss Tanner?” he asked without turning around.
“No, I’m just taking a little tour since the office is quiet.”
“Is your work finished?” He faced me.
“Not yet.”
“Well, go finish that first.”
“I’ll get back to it after my break.” I walked away and strolled through the case library.
I took my time admiring a smaller mock courtroom, and when I returned, Mr. Carter was standing near the elevators.
Ignoring him, I stepped inside and he followed.
“The file tombs are on level five,” he said as I hit the button for the top floor. “Do you need help finding your way back?”
“I literally just told you I’m taking a break.”
“You haven’t done enough work to earn a break.”
“Earn?” I crossed my arms. “Did you hire me to be a lawyer or an intern?”
“If it were up to me, I wouldn’t have hired you at all.” He hit the emergency stop button. “I have clients that will be here Monday, and the files in that room are very important to me.”
“They can’t be.” I glared at him. “You’d be reading some of them in your office instead of sipping coffee and harassing me.”
“Miss Tanner, I’m a partner at this firm.”
“I don’t see your name on any of the doors.” I countered. “It’s not even printed on the cheap business cards.”
“Those cards are not cheap.”
“Regardless—” I reached behind him and hit the button. “I’m sure you have some more coffee sipping to do. Or hell, maybe you have some more guilty clients to collect.”
“What did you just say?”
“I didn’t stutter,” I said. “From what I’ve seen, most of the people you’re representing are literally guilty. They just don’t want to go to prison.”
“I told you to summarize my files, not analyze them.”
“If you’d actually given me some directions, maybe I’d know that.”
We glared at each other as the car moved up.
The moment the doors opened, I stepped onto the landing and headed down the hall.
Seconds later, heavy footsteps sounded from behind, and then I felt sturdy hands gripping my waist and spinning me around.
“I wasn’t done with our conversation, Miss Tanner,” Mr. Carter said.
“I was.”
“Anyway, like I was saying—” He gripped my hips a bit tighter. “I’m a partner here.”
“And I’m a lawyer here.” I looked into his eyes. “Not an intern, not a paralegal, not some starstruck college bimbo who is in awe of your presence.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“So, I suggest you start treating me like one, or we’re going to have a problem.”
“I’m supposed to teach you everything I know.”
“Then I’m sure the lesson won’t take that long.”
“Okay, Miss Tanner.” He looked amused and livid at the same time. “I’m going to allow your sarcasm to slide for one last time today.”
“Don’t, I mean every single word of it.” I held my ground. “As a matter of fact—”
He stamped his mouth over mine mid-sentence, kissing away the rest of my words.
I moaned as he pushed me against the wall with his hips, and I couldn’t help wrapping my arms around his neck.
Sliding his tongue against mine, he silently demanding that I let him in further, and I instantly obliged.
As his mouth controlled mine, his cock hardened against my stomach. My nipples hardened under my blouse.
I dropped a hand from his neck and reached down to touch it, and he responded by biting down hard on my bottom lip.
“Don’t tempt me,” he warned, pushing up against me more, giving me an even better feel of him.