overdrive erupts on his face, making it impossible not to turn my own lips up in an easy grin.
“I’ll try to remember that.” He steps towards me, his eyes dancing with mischief. He slowly reaches behind him and pulls the shirt back over his head, treating me to the jaw dropping sight of his abs.
Content that all is finally right in the world I make small talk. “How was the rest of your weekend?”
He shrugs nonchalantly and sits down to drink his coffee. “Same old thing, a little of this a little of that.”
I stare at him, dumbfounded. “You are such a guy.”
“What the hell does that mean?” he asks slightly affronted but also trying not to laugh.
“A little of this a little of that? Could you be more vague?”
Shaking his head and kicking his feet up on the table, he gives me a little more insight into his world. “I was in Malibu visiting my family.” Setting his coffee cup down, he turns his dark gaze my way. “What about you, Green Eyes, how did you stay busy this weekend?”
My mind doesn’t come up with the groceries I bought, the marathon of American Ninja Warrior I watched, or the dinner I had with Paige. Nope, it instantly thinks of the dirty fantasies I had of Damian all weekend, naked, sweaty and between my legs. Heat creeps up my neck and into my face.
“That’s an interesting shade of pink you just turned Addison, care to enlighten me as to what’s got you blushing so deep?” His humorous tone makes me shift in my chair.
Sitting straighter I lock eyes with his. “My weekend was about as interesting as yours.”
Belting out a huge laugh, he stands and comes closer in my direction. “I have to go meet Reed, but I’ll be around this week. Stop by and say hi.” Resting his hands on the railing that separates our balconies, he leans over placing his ruggedly handsome face right in front of mine. “I can guarantee it will be more fun than what,” he pauses and dangerously grins, “or who, you were doing this weekend.”
“Addison!” Thomas is shouting down the hallway. Every cell in my body tenses at the sound of his bossy, asshole voice. “Addison! Where is the contract for that family, the one with the two kids at boarding school?”
Walking through my office door, I’m momentarily startled he had the decency to get off his ass and come in here. Thomas Feeley, the divorce attorney who has built his practice up to be the most successful moneymaking law firm in all of Santa Barbara, is standing in my doorway. Five foot nine and balding at the tip of his head, he has the worst case of short man’s complex and loves to make everyone else’s lives miserable.
“On Veronica’s desk.”
“Veronica is at lunch.”
“Exactly where I’m headed, I’ll grab it for you on my way out.”
“Bring me back a sandwich or something. Oh and can you get me a cup of coffee before you leave?”
“I’m not your assistant, Thomas. I passed the Bar.”
His beady little eyes narrow at me. “You’re not a partner, either. Get me the damn coffee.” He’s out of my office before I can call him an asshole to his face instead of his back. If I didn’t need this job, I’d have left years ago. But finally crawling out from the burden of my dad’s mounting debt has left me tied to this miserable position. My only saving grace is the relief I see on my clients’ faces when I win their battles for them, tearing apart the one person they vowed to love forever and getting them whatever custody or assets they believe is owed in their favor.
There’s an old pot of coffee on the counter. Good, I’m happy to deliver him a cup of old morning brew, maybe some of the black grains will fall into his cup as well.
Thomas doesn’t raise his head as I place the Styrofoam on his desk. Fine with me, I’d rather not talk to him anymore either.
Walking to my car, I’m planning to meet Mia for lunch. As I step into the parking lot, I realize something isn’t right. But it’s not until I get closer that I notice what has my instincts on high alert, and I groan in frustration.
There’s bird shit all over my car, and I mean, all the hell over it. It’s like the bird leading the pack had a megaphone and called out one, two, three,