VERSUS (Second Chances 2)

Her tongue darts over her bottom lip in agreement. “The sex was a mistake.”

I don’t take it personally because she’s lying through her perfectly straight white teeth. “We’re adults. We can have fun while you’re in New York.”

I watch as she contemplates my words, her gaze skimming my face. “You’re proposing that we have sex while I’m here? You want to do that while we’re trying this case?”

“I’d prefer not to go down on you in open court, but I’m not opposed if that’s what you’re into.”

A blush creeps over her cheeks. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

“Believe it.” I lean forward on the table. “You enjoyed the other night. You’re open to more. Admit it, and we’ll agree to spend time together outside the courtroom while you’re in New York.”

“It’s not that simple, Dylan.”

“It’s that simple.” I tap a finger over her hand. “I can keep my pleasure separate from my business. Can you?”

She drops her gaze to her lap before her eyes lock with mine. “I have before. I can do it again.”

The admission shoots a spark of jealousy through me and a jolt of desire straight to my cock. I’m instantly hard.

She fucked a colleague.

Sweet, innocent Eden has changed in so many ways.

Damn, if that doesn’t make me want her even more.

Chapter 17

Eden

I think I just agreed to have sex with Dylan Colt again.

I shouldn’t have, but he’s right. The sex was that good.

“We need ground rules,” I say. “I need those in place if this is going to work.”

“Like what?”

I laugh aloud at his quick and expected response. Dylan was a rule-breaker in high school. He lived his life on his terms. Some of the time, it landed him in trouble. Most of the time, I envied his need not to conform.

“You have to divulge our relationship to your client.”

“No.” He huffs out a laugh. “There’s no way in hell I’m telling Trudy that we’re fucking each other.”

“She has a right to know, Dylan.”

“Our fucking,” he pauses to circle his index finger in the air. “Our sleeping together will not impact my ability to represent her. The only thing Trudy cares about is the size of the settlement she’ll be receiving and full custody of her daughters.”

Arguing about how the case will end is useless at this point. Dylan’s convinced his client is a saint. I know better, but Kurt taught me that biding time is one of the most effective weapons in a brilliant attorney’s arsenal.

“Moving on,” I skip past the urge to press him to tell Trudy.

I already told Troy that I share a history with Dylan. He assured me that he didn’t care about any of that as long as I come to court prepared to do my job.

“Moving on,” Dylan repeats with a roll of his hand in the air. “What’s the next rule on your list?”

“This has to be casual.” I sigh. “I’m going back to Buffalo soon.”

“There’s an expiry date on this.” He nods. “I get that. I’m not following you back to Buffalo. My life is in Manhattan.”