The Yeah Baby Series(60)

When I opened my eyes, Natalie was gazing at me with a softness I hadn’t seen before and it warmed me all over. She leaned up and pecked my lips before hopping out of bed. I growled at her, not at all happy with that pathetic excuse for a kiss. I followed her to the shower, determined to eradicate any ideas she had about ever kissing me like that again.





Chapter 5


Natalie


“C’mon. C’mon. Hurry up,” I chanted under my breath as I waited for the elevator.

I jabbed the button again, cringing as I glanced at my watch. Although I’d given Jax a hard time about telling me to bring a bag to his place tonight, it was the smart thing to do. Racing from his townhome to my apartment, getting ready and then hauling ass to the office took longer than I’d expected. It wasn’t even seven thirty yet, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t technically late, since junior associates were expected to be here before any of the partners made it in.

The elevator finally pinged, and I heaved a sigh of relief when the doors closed without anyone else joining me. Grabbing my lipstick from my bag, I was able to put the finishing touch on my makeup by the time the doors opened to the reception area of the firm where I worked. I hadn’t bothered to do it while I was getting ready at home because they were still swollen from my night with Jax, but it had gone down a little since then.

“Ms. Gardner, Mr. Warren would like to see you in his office,” the receptionist trilled at me with a smug little grin on her face.

I didn’t know what I’d done to piss her off, but she’d had it in for me ever since I started here. There had been too many errors on phone messages, company-wide emails I didn’t receive, and scathing looks, for it not to be obvious that she disliked me. Immensely. Of course this was the day she got to the office early, when she usually showed up barely in time to roll the phones over from the answering service. As if it wasn’t bad enough that a named partner had beaten me into the office and wanted to see me, she had to be here to witness it.

“Dammit,” I mumbled, picking up my pace as I headed to my cubicle to drop my stuff off before I raced to my boss’s office. The emotional high I’d been on from the amazing night and early morning I’d spent with Jax flew out the window as I braced myself before knocking on Mr. Warren’s office door.

“Come in.”

I plastered a smile on my face as I pushed open the door and peeked my head inside. “You wanted to see me, Sir?”

“Yes,” he replied, waving me inside without looking up from his computer screen. “Close the door behind you.”

He didn’t say anything else as I sat in one of the chairs across from him. A minute passed, and I had to restrain myself from fidgeting. Another one, and I forced my lips to stay closed instead of blurting out an apology for not being here when he arrived. Finally, his gaze switched to me and I straightened my spine while trying my best to look calm as I stared back.

“You’re new here,” he began, and my stomach fell because I expected a lecture about how things work for junior associates. “Which means you might not already be aware that I’m in the middle of a messy divorce.”

That was so not where I thought he was going with this. “I’m sorry to hear that, Sir.”

“I talked it over with Yates last night since he’s representing me. We both agree that it will look good to have a woman on my side, in case things get any uglier.”

Which explained why he’d called me into his office. The only other female lawyer at the firm was another partner, and I’d heard they didn’t get along with each other. It was easy to understand why he wanted to go with a junior associate who didn’t hate him, instead of a more experienced lawyer who liked to take verbal digs at him on a regular basis.

Even though I’d just complained to Jax last night about only being assigned busy work, I wasn’t excited by the prospect of being assigned to this case—not when I felt like he was tossing a live grenade at me and it could blow up in my face any minute. Representing my boss in his divorce sounded like a bad idea before I factored in the fact that he, himself, had described it as “messy.” If the settlement didn’t go the way he wanted it to, it would be easy to blame me for screwing it up.

“Divorce isn’t really my area of expertise.”

“As a junior associate, your job is to take whatever cases are assigned to you without complaint. Sometimes they’ll be within your area of expertise”—sarcasm was thick in his tone as he repeated my phrase back to me—“and other times they won’t.”