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My success hinged on no interruptions. Slushy snowflake clumps pelted the window. Winter wouldn’t start until next week, but in Chicago, snow ignored the calendar. My office was at the end of the hall on the twenty-fifth floor, in the tallest building on the block.
    Quiet, private—I could get away with anything.
    The five o’clock exodus was lighter than usual. Most of the staff, including my assistants, had left early to beat the snowstorm. A familiar red coat caught my eye as Talia paced outside my office, talking on her phone. The buttons on her blouse pulled tight across her breasts, and I moved to my doorway to get a closer look.
    “Okay, it’s no problem. I’ll just go home and read a book or something.” She stopped and cast a wary glance in my direction. “I love you too. Bye.”
    Will was working late, or so he’d told her. Perfect. Talia had avoided me since our make-out encounter after the game a couple weeks ago. This time she wasn’t going to get away so easily. Why did I want a woman who was in a
    relationship with my best friend? I had my reasons. And women with boyfriends or husbands weren’t looking for another serious relationship.
    They just wanted me for sex, and that was fine with me. I didn’t need attachments—not anymore.
    I didn’t believe in abstract concepts like love or justice.
    Give me hard evidence. It wasn’t about what you knew; just what you could prove. I was living proof that trusting relationships were a myth.
    “Trouble at home?”
    “No, Alex.” Talia jammed her phone in her purse and scowled at me. “Will got called to work. There’s no trouble between us. I just wish he would get upset about it like I do. Nothing ever seems to bother him.”
    My experience in the
    courtroom, cross-examining guilty witnesses, had turned me into a human lie detector.
    She was telling me half-truths; there wasn’t any trouble between the two of them, but ever since the game, she couldn’t talk to me, couldn’t look at me. The trouble was inside her.
    She sputtered and slapped the elevator button, drumming her fingernails on the panel while she watched the floor numbers light up. Her golden brown hair slipped over her shoulders as she tipped her head back; Will said the color wasn’t natural, but I wanted to discover that on my own. He said her eyes were brown, but in the too-bright hallway they looked green. Weird. Her breasts were small, perfectly proportioned with her slim body, and her ass was a sweet little peach.
    Yeah, I definitely wanted a bite out of that. I’d first noticed her when her old boss, Holland Spencer, made partner and didn’t promote her too. She ended up in my department.
    The firm has rules against dating co-workers, but I didn’t give a shit. That had never stopped me before. I wanted Talia. No rules and no relationship were going to keep me from fucking her
    eventually.
    “It’s snowing hard. Traffic is going to be a bitch tonight.”
    She followed my gaze to the window across the hall, and groaned. “Damn it.” Snowflakes swirled in the gray sky.
    “Hang out here with me for a while.”
    “No.”
    “I’ll keep you warm.”
    Talia looked straight at me.
    First score to the home team.
    Her lips drew together in a tight disapproving line—clearly for my benefit—but her eyes sparkled like snowflakes under a streetlight. “I’ll bet you would.”
    “Come on. I know Will would rather have you safe in my office than trying to drive in this weather.” I decided not to mention his name again. I stepped back against the doorframe and invited her to enter.
    The elevator pinged and the doors slid open. She chewed her lip and stared at the empty space. The office was nearly deserted by now, and she knew it.
    She let the elevator doors close without getting on, and stood in the hallway, a tiny frown puckered her luscious red lips. “I’m not safe in your office.”
    “Sure you are.”
    The bullshit meter in her eyes went off the scale, and I laughed