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ability to piss you off.”
    “You shouldn’t have called Judge Wood soft on crime.” he mumbled. “Burke went to school with the man, for god’s sake.”
    “What?” I whispered back, but my attempt at innocence was wanting. “I was thanking him for making my job easier.”
    “Yes,” Roger huffed. “And suggesting his manhood doesn’t work properly—in front of a full courtroom. Very bright.” He sighed and tried again. “At least you got the one you wanted, ah? And, boy, do I see why you wanted her…”
    I was glad Roger’s voice trailed off from there. I was even gladder to watch him walk away, unsure how I would respond if he made a lurid comment about my intern.
    My intern. What a concept.
    I walked back over and retrieved my briefcase, making a quip to the receptionist about how displeased I was with the situation. Violet didn’t flinch, didn’t react at all. So perhaps she wasn’t as sensitive to criticism as I recalled. Or maybe she was simply oblivious to it? Before I could assess either alternative, she greeted me directly, saying hello with a warm voice and a polite smile.
    I told myself to focus and snapped for my mail. Without thinking about it, I handed Violet my briefcase, though I would have been lying if I said I didn’t think twice about the electricity that passed between us when our fingers touched. How did she do that to me? It was almost as if she had done it on purpose. I clutched the mail in my hands—two could play at that game. I glanced down at the first correspondence before throwing it over my shoulder. The only downside to this was that I couldn’t see her face, the shock and annoyance I could practically feel radiating off of her.
    Maybe I couldn’t get out of this project. But I sure as hell could get her to quit.
     

Chapter 4
    Sebastian
     
    Despite the wrong directions I gave her, Violet managed to find the coffee vendor? anyway, spilling dribbles of it on herself as she rushed to get it to me.
    “Here you go Seba—Mr. Scott.”
    I smirked to myself at her hesitation.
    At every dinner and holiday her father had forced her to endure with me, I had been Sebastian to her. But now, given our employer/employee relationship, I could feel the uncertainty from her. Seeing that awkwardness I’d remembered was somehow reassuring. But at the same time, if she wanted to be in criminal law, she would have to learn to be less transparent.
    I took the coffee from her and reminded myself not to look at her legs. At the rate I was going, however, this mantra alone would not work. I’d have to keep her as far away from my office as possible. “This is cold.”
    She looked at me sideways. “You haven’t even tried it yet.”
    “My nerves do work, Daisy.” There had to be at least a couple dozen names for women based on flowers. At those rates I wouldn’t have to address her all summer. I waved my hand in her face before snapping my briefcase shut. I had told her I was due in court in 20 minutes, but the truth was, it was closer to an hour. I wanted time to go over her file the way I should have and, with Nicky’s help, I was hopeful. “I can feel the heat—or lack thereof—coming from the cup. Try again. Black, two sugars, and a drinkable temperature.”
    “Of course, Mr. Scott. I’m sorry about that.” She glanced at me. “And, um, it’s Violet, by the way.”
    I pretended not to hear. “Did you at least manage to hide Morgan’s mail?”
    At this, she beamed, her dimples deepening. The sight made my heart race, as if I was waiting for a jury’s verdict— they were beautiful, indeed. But it was interlaced by just how much I enjoyed her smile. I had seen and been with beautiful women before, so why was she so instantly alluring? Was it because she was younger? Because I had watched her grow up? Because she was off limits?
    “I did,” she said proudly. “Under the chair cushions in his office.”
    In his own office? It was clever, I had to admit, especially for