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Page 64 of My Office Rival (Keep Your Enemy Closer #2)

CYNTHIA

“You ready, counselor?”

I looked over at him, his tousled blond hair glinting in the sun, the collar of his white shirt unbuttoned to show a sliver of skin.

But best of all were his electric blue eyes, shining with intelligence and humor, those under-eye circles still there, still drawing me in.

We’re the same, you and I , his face told me.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I was nervous for my first day.

I knew very little about this area of the law, and I had the stink of big law firm life about me.

I’d chosen my outfit carefully, wanting to fit in with the other lawyers here.

Nothing flashy, heels at a manageable height.

Hell, I’d even brought my own lunch. Well, lunch that Jason had made for me.

He was like a sexy chef and a professional athlete rolled into one intelligent package. I wanted to straddle him where he sat.

“Stop looking at me like that, or you’re going to be late,” he growled.

I gave him a shameless smile. “Sorry. I still can’t believe you drove me to work.” I hated driving, and he drove me as much as possible. I didn’t even mind that he called me a “passenger princess.”

“I wanted to see you off.” He smoothed a thumb down my jaw. “I’m proud of you.” His eyes shone with sincerity. “I know it’s a big leap, but you’re fucking brilliant. Remember when you took Gene down? You’re a shark, and don’t you forget it.”

My heart swelled. “I did, didn’t I?” Gene was going to be indicted any day now, along with Jason’s other clients.

“Well, I’m going to take some of the credit for that one,” he teased.

“Fine. Fine. You did protect me from him. Seeing you go all growly and ‘touch her and die’ was pretty fucking hot.” I fanned myself, and he grinned at me, eyes crinkling.

“I’d do it all over again.”

I leaned over and sealed my lips to his, tasting, teasing his mouth open until he was twining his tongue with mine. I pulled back, and he leaned his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes.

“Forever, Cynthia. I’m not letting you go,” he promised, conviction in his words. My heart tripped, like it did every time he told me this.

“Forever,” I agreed.