Page 71 of Finding Redemption

I saunter through the doors and to the receptionist desk. A petite brunette sits behind the counter. She drags her eyes up my body before making eye contact. “Hello. May I help you?”

I flash her the Pennington smile with a side of charm. “I certainly hope so. I’m looking for Reese Morgan.”

She smiles devilishly. “I’m happy to help you with anything you need. Anything.”

I can’t help but smile until a clearing throat draws our attention. “Excuse me.” Reese folds her arms over her chest, pushing her assets into full view. “Doris, I’ll take him from here.”

“I’ll be here.” Doris winks at me.

“Thanks, but I prefer redheads.” I bite my lip, trying to not laugh as Reese leers at her receptionist. Reese inclines her head before walking away. I hurry to catch up. “Ain’t gonna lie, you keep wearin’ shirts like that, and I’d follow you anywhere.” I watch her ass wiggle in her hip-hugging black skirt.

She whips around, glaring. “In here.”

I step through the door to a small office with her nameplate on the desk. She follows me through, brushing against me as she closes it behind her.

“Thanks for seeing me,” I say as we stand close.

“Did I have a choice?” She cocks her head.

“Well, yes. I could’ve spent the evening with Doris.” I lean forward with a whisper. “I think she likes me.”

Reese raises her brows. “She doesn’t know you. What can I do for you?” she asks, rounding her desk and motioning toward the seat across from her.

A wry grin stretches across my face. “Damn, Reese. Where should I begin?” I ask, taking the seat.

“What do you have there?” She points to my briefcase, sitting close to my zipper.

“A large brief.” I wrestle to keep from grinning like an idiot. “Would you like to see it?”

She narrows her eyes. “I just keep setting you up. Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

Her brow shoots up but as I knew she would, she plays along. “Yes, sir.”

Everything south of my belt swells. I drag in a ragged breath. “Let me… get it out for you.” I slowly pull the file out with a mischievous grin.

She rolls her eyes with a giggle. “Hand it over, asshole.”

“So demanding.” I place the file in her fingers, tugging it slightly when she pulls it. “Topping from the bottom again, I see.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, sir.”

Fuck me, she’s wrecking me. “There are a few adjustments to your last proposal with additional addendums.”

“All right, let’s see what you have.” She peeks up from the paper.

“I’d be happy to show you.”

She flushes from the insinuation. Her eyes blaze with want. “I bet you would.”

After a few minutes of silence, I grow concerned. “I realize it isn’t what you were hoping for but please keep in my mind, we’re trying to advocate for both sides to find a reasonable solution.”

“I agree.” Her eyes flit from the page to me and back. “The thing is, you think this will work. Yet, you and I both know this isn’t the best offer.”

Son of a bitch. “It is for my client.”

“Of course, it is. Can you see why I might take issue with that point?” She lays the file on her desk.