Read Caught Up: With An Alpha Billionaire (A BWWM Romance) (A Love Like No Other Book 1) for Free Online Page B

ankle-icing man?
    Because I liked him, and was attracted to him. And the fact that he wanted me back made me feel like the most beautiful and powerful woman in the world.
    And damn if I didn’t still want him. I knew it was completely illogical, especially after the way he treated me, but the memory of his skin against mine, his hands all over my body, made me ache with need.
    To try to talk some sense into myself, I ended up calling Stan.
    Predictably, he told me I was stupid for getting involved with a client, which was a point I didn’t need to hear. I didn’t exactly the tell him the extent of our involvement, but Stan didn’t need it spelled out for him.
    He had graduated from law school three years before me, and he inspired me. He was my protector and my shoulder to lean on and my sounding board, and I loved and respected him. But having someone who knew the very level of stupid getting involved with a big-name, career-breaking client was did not make me feel any better.
    “Are you going to take yourself off the case?” Stan asked, after he’d finished chewing me out.
    I sighed, clutching the phone to my ear and shifting my foot away from the almost-melted bag of ice. “I don’t know. I guess not. Our firm doesn’t really have anyone else to put on it right now, anyway, which is how I got the case to begin with.”
    “Great,” Stan said. “You’re not going to keep seeing him, are you?” His deep voice was disapproving, even all the way over the line from L.A. where he lived and represented music-industry clients.
    “No, I think that he made it pretty clear we’re professional from here on in.” I tried to keep the regret out of my voice, and wasn’t totally successful.
    “Tiff,” Stan warned. “Don’t go down this road. Besides, don’t you think you’ve had enough losers in your life?”
    “That’s the thing!” I protested. “He’s not a loser. He’s a rich, successful, handsome guy. Not like Aaron, whose idea of success was eating a whole bag of Cheetos during an episode of ‘Ice Road Truckers.’”
    I could practically hear Stan shake his head. “Tiffany. Steer clear of this one. I’m not kidding.”
    “Right, big bro, I know you’re right.”
    “Take care, Tiff. Keep it in your pants,” he said, only half-joking.
    “Yeah, you too,” I retorted.
    After an hour of so of icing my ankle and two and a half glasses of wine, I decided to call it a night. I had a ton of work to do on the case, and I decided I’d get an early start rather than try to work before bed.
    Still hobbling but not in as much pain, I showered. I could still smell Alex on me and feel him between my legs. As I soaped my slick skin, I wondered if given the chance I’d let him take me again.
    Despite my most logical protests, the answer was a definite “yes.”

6. Cross-Examination
     
    Friday passed in a blur, and with all the preparation I had to do to get ready for the MarkTec deposition a few days away, I was somewhat successful in not focusing on my evening with Alex and his subsequent dismissal of me. There were only a few times – when I stepped awkwardly on my ankle, for example, or felt the tenderness in my cunt – that the memories came flooding back.
    I managed to dismiss them, for the most part.
    At about 5:30, when I was just starting to think about trying to gather up all my files and papers and head home, the phone rang. It was the admin that most of the associates shared.
    “Ms. Mullins? Alex Richardson is on the phone for you,” She informed me.
    “Uh, okay, just a minute.” I held the phone to my chest, heart pounding.
    I was panicking.
    Why was he calling? Was he going to change his mind and tell me that he wanted me off the case after all? Was he going to tell me last night was a mistake, and he couldn’t believe he had fucked me on my couch and wanted to take it back? I tried to take a few deep breaths and calm myself.
    “Okay, put him through,” I said into the phone after a