The Law of Attraction by Kristi Gold Page B

living-color detail, as a matter of fact.
    â€œYou look cute with your hair in a towel. And I’m wondering what you have on under that robe.”
    She snapped the curtain closed and began to pace the room. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
    â€œThat’s why I’m asking.”
    And he’d definitely asked for it. “Nothing.”
    He groaned. “Thanks a lot.”
    â€œSorry,” she said, even if she wasn’t really. She was getting warmer by the minute, though.
    â€œI need a favor from you.” The way he said it, in a late-night husky voice, almost had Alisha saying, “Anything.” Instead she chose to admonish him one more time. “We’ve already been through this, Daniel. I’m not going to let you come inside.”
    â€œI want to be inside of you. Real bad.”
    â€œWould you please can the suggestive comments?” Before she ran out to the car and tackled him like a noseguard.
    â€œAll right. But that wasn’t what I was going to request anyway.”
    â€œThen what?”
    â€œTomorrow morning don’t wear a dress. I won’t be able to concentrate. In fact, make sure you’re covered all the way up to that great neck of yours.”
    â€œI do believe you think that if you sweet-talk me enough, I’m going to let you into my apartment and into my pants.”
    â€œI didn’t think you were wearing any.”
    â€œGo home, Daniel.” Before I let you in.
    â€œI will. But there’s one more thing.” He paused. “It’s going to happen again between us, Alisha. Soon. I promise you that.”
    The line went dead, and Alisha’s entire body, from the roots of her wet hair to the ends of her water-logged toes, came completely alive. Damn Daniel Fortune’s confidence. Damn his overt sexuality. And damn herself for reacting to him so strongly.
    When she heard the sound of his car pulling away, she headed for her bedroom closet and pulled out her favorite outfit. A nice beige tailored jacket, matching above-the-knee skirt and black silk shell. She intended to win this case, and if she had to use questionable tactics to achieve that goal, then so be it. Distracting Daniel Fortune certainly couldn’t hurt, because no doubt tomorrow morning he would do the same thing to her.

Six
    D amn if she didn’t wear a dress. Not exactly a dress but a skirt that to most would be considered professional. But to Daniel it was distracting because it revealed a good deal of her legs. Everything about her this morning was distracting—from her hair bound by a low ponytail that spiraled down her back to that pair of three-inch spiked black high heels.
    She definitely stood out in the courtroom among the matronly court reporter with teased silver hair and Les Massey who’d cut his hair and actually looked somewhat respectable dressed in a cheap black suit. Daniel turned his attention back to Alisha. More accurately Alisha’s mouth. She had great lips, and he knew that intimately. All night long he’d been thinking about that mouth. Hell, he’d been thinking about all of her. If he’d gotten more than four hours’ sleep, he’d be surprised. And he didn’t expect to get much sleep in the near future if he had to face her with any frequency.
    They stood as the honorable Judge Grady Slagle enteredthe courtroom. Tall and rail-thin was an understatement when it came to the man’s frame. His hair had crawled off the top of his head and traveled to his upper lip in the form of a bushy mustache, and his thick, horn-rim glasses made his eyes look comical.
    â€œY’all be seated, folks,” he said as he sat on his judicial throne. After they were all settled in, he turned his attention to Alisha first. “Now if counsel would be kind enough to state their appearances for the record, we can get this over and done with real quick.”
    â€œGood morning, Your Honor. Alisha