Unforgettable Love

“Hmm. Probably. The first thing we are going to need to do is bring this guy in. Coworker of yours?”

Shaking her head, she said, “Nope. Friend from college, and Robert was always jealous of our friendship.”

Looking at her, I asked, “Have you ever slept with him?”

Shaking her head, Sierra smirked as she said, “No. He’s gay. Robert doesn’t know that though.”

Nodding my head, I wrote some more notes. “That works in our favor. Don’t say anything to him. As a matter of fact, I don’t want you even communicating with Robert from this point on. Any emails or text messages you receive from him I want you to forward them to me immediately.”

Sierra’s eyes lit up and she smiled a breathtaking smile. “What?” I asked.

“Nothing. It’s just nice to actually feel like I might have a chance to win this thing. My last lawyer was a pussy. I was actually scared he was going to crawl into a corner and pull his knees up to his chest and bury his face as he chanted how scared he was.”

Letting out a chuckle, I shook my head. “Ed is a good guy. He’s just doesn’t realize it was time to retire . . . ten years ago.”

Sierra let out a giggle as she flashed me a smile that had me catching my breath.

My heart hurt for Sierra. I knew it was going to be hard as hell to keep my hands to myself with her, but I had to. I would not let my father down on this, nor was I going to let Sierra down. I needed to keep my feelings in check.

“I’m sorry you didn’t feel like you had a chance before. That’s all about to change, Sierra. Your ex is going down.”

Sierra licked her lips and my dick jumped. Glancing back down at the paperwork, I cleared my throat and said, “Okay. Well, let me start going over all of this and I’ll be back in touch with you either tomorrow or the next day. This is my only case, so I will be able to devote one hundred percent of my time to you.”

Wiggling her eyebrows, Sierra stood. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

Rolling my eyes, I let out a sigh as I looked her over. Fuck she had a nice body. She was wearing a beige skirt that hugged her hips perfectly, beige high heels and a white sleeveless shirt.

Her blonde hair was down and flowed freely below her shoulders. I imagined it in a ponytail and me holding it tight while I fucked her from behind. Shaking my head, I let out a quick breath. Shit. I need to stop this.

“Perfect. I’m going to be heading down to south Texas in about a week, so if you need me for anything before I go, you’ll let me know right?”

Panic began to set it. Why was she going to south Texas? Was it to see Ryn and Tristan? Or was she going to see Chris, Tristan’s best friend from high school? We had met him on South Padre when Tristan invited us all down. He wanted their close friends there for when he asked Ryn to marry him.

Clearing my throat, I stood and gathered up the file. Anger started building as I thought about the night Sierra and Chris had been all over each other on the dance floor at a club. I wasn’t sure if she ended up sleeping with him or not. My best guess was she had. No matter how hard I tried to be nice to Sierra, she always came back with smart-ass responses. I knew it was her way to guard her heart, but the fact that she had been with Chris boiled my blood.

Starting to the door, I said, “It’s probably best to keep your relationship with Chris on the down low, Sierra. Robert might try and use it against you.”

Sierra stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me. “What?”

Opening the door, I said, “I’ll be in touch after I look through your file. Do you need me to show you out?”

Sierra’s mouth dropped open as she stood there. I thought I saw hurt move across her face before she looked away and walked past me. “No, I know my way out, thank you.”

Watching her walk down the hallway, I couldn’t help but notice how nice her ass moved as she walked.

Jesus, I need to stay focused.

“So, Aaron, what did you think of the lovely Mrs. Jackson?” my father asked from behind me.

Glancing over my shoulder at him, I smiled. “I think she has an asshole husband who will stop at nothing to get his hands on the trust fund she inherited and make her life miserable. He seems to be a bit pissed his wife actually had the nerve to leave him.”

Walking up, my father stood next to me as Sierra turned the corner and headed out of the office. “Did you talk her into pressing charges against the husband for the night he decided to use her as a punching bag?”

Shaking my head, I whispered, “Not yet. But I intend on getting to the bottom of why she hasn’t pressed charges.”