Legal Attraction. Lisa Childs
been given to the bar association, he needed to talk to Muriel again. But he would have to do that another timeâbecause if he tracked her down now, after that kiss and seeing her nipples pushing against that camisole, he would do a hell of a lot more than talk to her.
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Legs trembling, heart pounding, Muriel leaned back against her apartment door. Sheâd turned the deadbolt, so even if heâd followed her, he would not be able to get inside her place. But she didnât think heâd followed her. The elevator doors had closed before heâd had a chance to step through them.
But he could track her down...especially now that he knew where sheâd moved after the divorce. While the building was nice, her apartment was smallâmuch smaller than her old place. Maybe Ronan didnât realize she lived here; maybe heâd thought she was just visiting Bette.
Then she should have gotten off on another floor...because she wouldnât put it past him to knock on every door until he found her.
He was furious with her for reporting him to the bar association. Why was he so angry? Because heâd been caught? Or because he hadnât suborned perjury, as heâd tried to claim?
She could understand his anger if heâd done nothing wrong. That was how sheâd felt over her divorce proceedings. Sheâd been maligned in court and in the media, and she hadnât done anything of which sheâd been accused. She had definitely not cheated.
Sheâd taken her vows seriously. Sheâd been monogamous. That was all she knew. Even before sheâd gotten married, sheâd never dated more than one man at a time. And since the disastrous divorce, she hadnât even started dating again.
Maybe that was why Ronan Hall had affected her so much. Or maybe it hadnât been him at all. Maybe it had been the elevator malfunctioning and making her fear that they were about to plunge to their deaths. With her emotions so heightened, it was no wonder she might feel attracted to him.
And it wasnât as if he wasnât good-looking and sexy...
But still, she should hate him, not desire him. And she did hate him.
But what if he wasnât responsible for those witnesses coming forward? What if those memos from his Street Legal law practice had been forged, as heâd claimed?
No. She couldnât believe that. She knew every one of those witnesses whoâd testified. While they hadnât all been close friends of hers, they were acquaintances. They wouldnât have lied about her without some serious coercion. Arte wouldnât have done that. He hadnât been the man sheâd thought he was, but he wasnât a monster or she wouldnât have married him in the first place. Heâd once been so sweet and charming.
No. Ronan Hall was the monster. And she would prove it. In case those memos werenât sufficient evidence, though, she needed to find more.
Ronan had been attracted to her, too. And she didnât think it was because heâd been scared. No. He was attracted to her because of how she looked. Her looks were whyâdespite her reputation being smearedâher career hadnât suffered like sheâd worried it would. Magazines and designers said she sold copy and clothes, maybe even more so since she had become so notorious.
But she hadnât wanted to be notorious. And she was mortified that so many people believed those lies about her and that her grandparentsâthe sweet couple whoâd raised herâhad heard those lies. About affairs and orgies and sex parties...
While they knew her too well to believe them, they had to contend with the comments from their friends, from their fellow parishioners, from their neighbors...
That was why she hated Ronan Hall. Not so much for what heâd done to her as for what heâd done to them. She wanted him to suffer like they had. That was why sheâd turned those papers sheâd received over to the bar association. But maybe she should have had them authenticated first. Sheâd thought Bette had given them to her, though.
But Bette hadnât known anything about them.
So who had delivered that envelope of memos to Murielâs door? And were they real?
She needed to know the truth. And she needed proof of it. The best way to do that was to go directly to the source: Ronan himself.
Could she use her looks to get him to admit to what heâd done? An audio recording of his confession would be indisputable evidence.
But what would she have to do that would compel him to confess? Seduce him?
Instead of disgusting her, the way the idea should have, she was strangely excited by it. Maybe that was just because it had been so long since sheâd been with anyone but her vibrator. While that eased some of her tension, it wasnât like being with a manâlike having his hands and his mouth on her.
Like Ronanâs mouth had been on hers...
Heat flashed through her, and she headed toward her bedroomâand to the vibrator she kept in the table beside the bed. For tonight, it would have to do...while she planned how to seduce Ronan Hall into confessing to his misconduct during her divorce proceedings.
That was what she really wanted. His confession.
Not him...
But she thought of him as she pulled the vibrator from the drawer. From the erection sheâd felt straining against his dress pants, she knew he was bigger than her toy. And if it was possible, maybe harder...
He had wanted her. No matter how much they detested each other, they couldnât deny the attraction between them. And Muriel would use that to her advantage, just like she used thoughts of him as she shrugged off her sweater and pushed down her yoga pants. Then she lay back on the bed, and she imagined Ronan kissing her, touching her...
She tugged one of the bows of her camisole free and began to touch herself. There were two more bows holding her panties together. She undid those as she flipped the switch for the vibrator. And she imagined it was Ronanâs long, hard cock as she slid it inside herself.
She came almost instantly, and to her horror, she cried out his name.
LIGHTS BLAZED, BUT that wasnât what had sweat beading on Ronanâs brow. The heat flashing through him had nothing to do with the lights and everything to do with the woman posing beneath them.
She wore so very little on her gorgeous bodyâjust some scraps of lace and silk and all that naturally tan skin. Desire slammed through Ronan with a force heâd never felt before. It knocked him back on his heels while making his cock rock hard.
Maybe coming here had been a bad idea.
But he wanted to comeâinside her. He knew she was the only one who could relieve the unbearable tension that had been building in his body since heâd been trapped in the elevator with her a couple of nights ago.
âMuriel!â the photographer shouted at her. âYouâre not giving me what I want!â
She wasnât giving Ronan what he wanted, eitherâbecause he wanted her to untie that bow between the cups of her strapless black bra, wanted her to untie the bows on each hip that held up her panties.
But he wanted more than to see her naked. He wanted to feel her, taste her...and bury himself deep inside her.
Why the hell was he so attracted to this woman? He would have screwed her in the elevator if she hadnât pulled away and slapped him. But sheâd kissed him back before sheâd done that. Was she attracted to him, too?
He was counting on itâso that he could get the truth out of her. That