retreating back.
“You didn’t tell me you got caught,” Adrianna chided.
Josea shrugged and gave her friend a half-hearted smile. There was no walking out now. Adrianna depended on these gigs. Medical school didn’t come cheap. Tonight may be a one-time opportunity for Josea, but the ongoing bartending gig wasn’t one Adrianna could afford to lose.
“Don’t worry. I won’t screw up again,” Josea said, as much to herself as to Adrianna. She couldn’t afford to lose her position at Layton, Masters, and Chiles. Only one other firm in Atlanta could offer her as much as the one she worked at.
A week before she took the bar exam, Ari had called to make her an offer she couldn’t refuse. But, she had refused. He had guaranteed her a position at his father’s firm. He knew her educational background because his was the same. IP/Patent attorneys with a background in biochemistry weren’t exactly a dime a dozen, and his firm had landed more clients than Ari wanted to handle on his own.
She could work for him and earn her way through the ranks under his thumb.
For most attorneys fresh out of law school, the opportunity would have been a godsend. But most young attorneys didn’t fear failing Ari in a professional setting as badly as she had in the bedroom.
Ari wasn’t the only man she’d ever given a mediocre performance between the sheets. But he was the one she had never forgotten - the one she thought of when she was alone and anything but shy. He didn’t know it, but he was the gauge of her sexual success. She would not give him that kind of power over her career. Not that he wanted it, or even that the thought had crossed his mind when he extended the offer.
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No matter how professional his gesture had been, their embarrassing history made working for him impossible.
Back at the table, Josea tipped the wine to Angela’s glass, emptying the bottle.
“See the resemblance?” Roy Layton asked, nodding toward her again.
“To that little prude you just hired?” Angela laughed and raised her brows at Ari. “I’d love to see her in something like this.” She gave Josea’s outfit a once over and laughed again. “You know who Roy’s talking about don’t you Ari? A friend of yours from college or something? Although, I really couldn’t imagine you and little Miss Goody-goody having anything in common.”
Josea swallowed the humiliation that sat like a stone in her throat.
It weighed on her more than the fear of Ari blowing her cover. The bitch had nailed her with the painstaking truth. Without the costume she was a prude, a goody-goody who would never have the nerve to show Ari what her fantasies were if he knew her true identity. Tonight was her only opportunity. The one chance she would ever have to be in Ari Davenport’s every thought, to control his every desire, to take everything he had to offer and give him more than he ever thought she could.
Ari’s eyes met hers. “Would you mind bringing us another bottle of the same?” he said. “You remember where it is?”
She lowered her voice and cocked a brow. “How could I forget?”
Angela stiffened and paused, glass in mid-air, as the innuendo settled over the table. One corner of Ari’s mouth lifted slightly as heat flared in his eyes.
Mrs. Layton laughed and addressed her husband. “Sweetheart, if your new associate is strung as tight as you think, I definitely don’t see the resemblance.”
“I do.” Ice dripped from Angela’s voice, and her eyes had settled on Josea in a penetrating stare.
“Why don’t you bring us the wine, beautiful,” Ari said.
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“Wait a minute!” Angela reached for Josea’s arm, but she stepped away, swaying her hips as she made her way across the room.
Her body screamed haughty confidence, but Josea’s breath burned in her throat. She could very easily lose two jobs tonight, and one of them she had wracked up ten years worth of student loans for. No man was
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