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Usually, I’d kill someone for doing this. Slowly. Painfully. Lots of blood and salt is how I like it.
But with Ruby …this is too perfect.
My cock stirs with all the power I have over her now. So, I let her overhear my call to Ms. Alonso as I find out evenmoredamning evidence against Ruby.
My day just went from shit to shining.
“Ms.Jones.” I stalk toward her desk. “I just spoke with Ms. Alonso. She thanked me for the legal advice you gave without my supervision. She said?—”
“Shh, Mr. Cummings.” Ruby flits her hand. “The adults are talking.”
The adults? Talking?
No, she’s not even looking at me. She’s wearing a shit-eating grin and scrolling on her phone. I glance and see hot men on book covers filling her screen. One shirtless fucker afteranother.
She reads smutty books on her lunch break, making me die to make her fiction fact.
But now she thinks she has the upper hand? That she can spy and get dirt on me?
Damn, I’m even more seduced.
Fuck, she’s such a queen.
“Oh, I’ll get very adult with your next paycheck, Ms. Jones, unless you put your phone away. They’re forbidden in my office.”
Phones are a considerable risk. I don’t want my picture taken. All obey my rules about them except Ruby.
“Yeah, this chat?” She rolls her eyes. “We’re done. I need coffee.”
She shifts in her chair to go to the breakroom, but I lower my glare. “Move an inch, and you’ll need a new job.”
“Look,” she huffs, “Ms. Alonso has a pervert for a landlord, so I just told her to buy a hidden camera to prove it.”
“Uh-huh, and where did you tell her to put the camera?”
“I don’t know where she’ll put it,” she scoffs. “Why? Is she going for a Golden Globe nomination in the ‘Best Performance By A Son-Of-A-Bitch’ category for her landlord? Because don’t worry. You got that one on lock.”
I clench my molars. Fighting my snarl. My smile. My truth.
You know that other saying about Karma being a bitch? She is. She’s my mother, and I’m a proud son-of-a-beautiful-bitch. For my mother, my kind of karma kills, too.
“I advise our clients, Ms. Jones. Do you understand?”
I tent my fingers on her desk, and her gaze drops to the cryptic symbols inked on them. Her plump lips part, fixated, and inwardly, I smirk.My tattoos get her every time.
“When I have to represent Ms. Alonso in court,” I lecture, “she needs legally obtained camera footage.”
Besides, I don’t need cameras recording what I plan to doto Ms. Alonso’s landlord. I know all about him. Any man who preys on single moms will be my slow, murderous entertainment for days.
“Did you consider that, Ms. Jones, when you played lawyer for a day?”
Ruby snaps, “Did you consider the color of the lipstick you can wear when you kiss my ass?”
I arch a brow.
“I mean…” She exhales calmly, setting her phone down. “She’s a young, single mom, and that man is extorting her, and I’m trying to help her.”
Again, spoken like a queen.