work, he’d come to terms with the whole
Jordis situation. He’d concentrate on solving the mystery of the vanishing
discovery documents. Once he got focused on the case, his attraction to Jordis
would wane.
So as not to tempt fate, however, he’d avoid Ms.
Morgan today. He had a boatload of work to do, no sense pushing his
self-control unnecessarily. He needed to leave that walking temptation alone.
Chapter 7
Immediately upon arriving at his desk, Michael delved into
dissecting his opponent’s motion for summary judgment. He managed to focus for
a few hours and stay away from Jordis, but she slipped into his thoughts before
lunchtime. By two o’clock, he needed a serious testosterone detox and headed
for his fifth straight two-hour workout of the week.
When he returned to his office, he threw down his duffel
bag, frustrated with himself. He circled his desk and stared at the annotated
papers he’d abandoned earlier. He needed help to prepare a response to the pending
motion. A disturbing correlation existed between facts relied upon in the
motion and confidential Metra Pharmaceutical information to which the opposing
side should not have been privy. The mysterious disappearance of a box of
privileged case documents no longer struck him as a mere filing issue.
Something didn’t add up, and he could use co-counsel input to determine what.
Chase pressed him daily to quit dragging his feet about
bringing in Jordis, but this case was too important to risk a slipup because
his brain was in his pants instead of on litigation strategy. How could he
possibly work closely with a woman who gave him wet dreams? He was beginning to
think—asshole or not—Covington would be the better choice to back
him on this case.
Twenty minutes later, he was
still pondering the issue when his mobile phone vibrated the receipt of a text
message. He checked his phone. A text from his younger sister queried whether
he wanted to join her for dinner on the Plaza. Michael smiled to himself. As a
graduate student, Raina rarely had any money and when she did, it went
exclusively towards school materials or her wardrobe. What she really meant was
did he want to buy her dinner, and since she had selected the Country Club
Plaza, she likely counted on dining at a really nice restaurant.
He typed, Sure. Ur treat?
Her response made him laugh out loud: ABSOLUTELY!!!
Mickey Ds ok? :D.
After texting Raina his acceptance of her dinner invitation and telling her to
meet him by the Bronze Boar statue on West 47th Street, Michael stepped away
from his desk with a much lighter attitude. He looked forward to having dinner
with his sister. He couldn’t be around her unpredictable energy and stay in a
mood for long. She was exactly what he needed to keep his mind off a certain
leggy lawyer.
* * *
Jordis’s mood soared with positive energy that mirrored the
beautiful winter sunshine. She’d had a productive day at work. The deposition
she’d taken in her trademark infringement case had gone her way. She expected
to receive a nice settlement offer from opposing counsel sometime next week. On
top of that, she’d managed to avoid Michael Remington. By the time the deposition
had wrapped up, it had been late afternoon and Michael had been in meetings of
his own.
She’d made it a point to leave the building early. She
hadn’t wanted to run into him today. The last thing she needed was to be alone
with him again—in her office, in an elevator, or anywhere else—so
soon. She still hadn’t come to grips with his appearance in her dream. Whenever
she’d had a moment of respite today, her mind had drifted to him, alternating
between their encounter in the elevator last night and her erotic dream from
this morning. It was unnerving.
Those gorgeous eyes of his had haunted her. Wondering where
he’d gotten them from, she’d slipped into the Board Room before lunch to peek
at the portrait of his father. She’d found her answer there. Austin Remington
had
Jordis situation. He’d concentrate on solving the mystery of the vanishing
discovery documents. Once he got focused on the case, his attraction to Jordis
would wane.
So as not to tempt fate, however, he’d avoid Ms.
Morgan today. He had a boatload of work to do, no sense pushing his
self-control unnecessarily. He needed to leave that walking temptation alone.
Chapter 7
Immediately upon arriving at his desk, Michael delved into
dissecting his opponent’s motion for summary judgment. He managed to focus for
a few hours and stay away from Jordis, but she slipped into his thoughts before
lunchtime. By two o’clock, he needed a serious testosterone detox and headed
for his fifth straight two-hour workout of the week.
When he returned to his office, he threw down his duffel
bag, frustrated with himself. He circled his desk and stared at the annotated
papers he’d abandoned earlier. He needed help to prepare a response to the pending
motion. A disturbing correlation existed between facts relied upon in the
motion and confidential Metra Pharmaceutical information to which the opposing
side should not have been privy. The mysterious disappearance of a box of
privileged case documents no longer struck him as a mere filing issue.
Something didn’t add up, and he could use co-counsel input to determine what.
Chase pressed him daily to quit dragging his feet about
bringing in Jordis, but this case was too important to risk a slipup because
his brain was in his pants instead of on litigation strategy. How could he
possibly work closely with a woman who gave him wet dreams? He was beginning to
think—asshole or not—Covington would be the better choice to back
him on this case.
Twenty minutes later, he was
still pondering the issue when his mobile phone vibrated the receipt of a text
message. He checked his phone. A text from his younger sister queried whether
he wanted to join her for dinner on the Plaza. Michael smiled to himself. As a
graduate student, Raina rarely had any money and when she did, it went
exclusively towards school materials or her wardrobe. What she really meant was
did he want to buy her dinner, and since she had selected the Country Club
Plaza, she likely counted on dining at a really nice restaurant.
He typed, Sure. Ur treat?
Her response made him laugh out loud: ABSOLUTELY!!!
Mickey Ds ok? :D.
After texting Raina his acceptance of her dinner invitation and telling her to
meet him by the Bronze Boar statue on West 47th Street, Michael stepped away
from his desk with a much lighter attitude. He looked forward to having dinner
with his sister. He couldn’t be around her unpredictable energy and stay in a
mood for long. She was exactly what he needed to keep his mind off a certain
leggy lawyer.
* * *
Jordis’s mood soared with positive energy that mirrored the
beautiful winter sunshine. She’d had a productive day at work. The deposition
she’d taken in her trademark infringement case had gone her way. She expected
to receive a nice settlement offer from opposing counsel sometime next week. On
top of that, she’d managed to avoid Michael Remington. By the time the deposition
had wrapped up, it had been late afternoon and Michael had been in meetings of
his own.
She’d made it a point to leave the building early. She
hadn’t wanted to run into him today. The last thing she needed was to be alone
with him again—in her office, in an elevator, or anywhere else—so
soon. She still hadn’t come to grips with his appearance in her dream. Whenever
she’d had a moment of respite today, her mind had drifted to him, alternating
between their encounter in the elevator last night and her erotic dream from
this morning. It was unnerving.
Those gorgeous eyes of his had haunted her. Wondering where
he’d gotten them from, she’d slipped into the Board Room before lunch to peek
at the portrait of his father. She’d found her answer there. Austin Remington
had
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