Unfortunately, it also makes her pretty judgmental of the rest of us mere mortals. The first week after I watched her litigate, I asked her out for a beer after work, mostly to pick her brain, look for pointers on my own game. To say that she shot me down would be putting it lightly. She basically verbally eviscerated me.
So, okay, some part of me is enjoying watching the disbelief and dismay war on her face as I pull out the chair beside her and plunk myself down across from Paul Greaves. Turnabout is fair play.
The moment I sit down, she scoots her chair as far from mine as possible. Paul’s still busy with digging around in his papers for some files, so I wheel my chair a little closer to hers.
“I don’t bite, you know,” I murmur, low enough that only she can hear.
“That’s not what I’ve heard,” she responds without even a glance in my direction.
I lift an eyebrow. “You shouldn’t believe everything you hear.”
“Oh I don’t. But in your case, the evidence is rather overwhelming.” Her lips twist into a moue of distaste.
Fucking hell, she’s hot when she’s angry. It makes me want to piss her off more often. It also makes me take a deep breath. Any more of that death glaring from her and I’ll get hard right here.
“Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty?” I ask.
Before she can reply, Paul finally withdraws the papers he’s been looking for and slides them across the table to us.
“I’ve put together some basic details on the case,” he says.
Chloe pulls herself together enough to stop glaring daggers at me and picks up her copy of the file instead. I page through mine, though truth be told, I already have the details. Anthony gave me a heads-up in our catch-up this morning, about an hour before he sent me over here.
This should be an interesting one.
“The client is Suzie Steel.”
Chloe’s eyes go wide. “The Suzie Steel? From the exercise videos.”
“That’s her.” Paul nods. “The one with all the catch phrases. You know, shake it out and—”
“Rub it in,” Chloe supplies with a sarcastic smirk.
I can’t help it. I bark out a low laugh at that one. It only earns me an even narrower glare from Chloe this time.
“Actually, that’s what the lawsuit is about,” Paul says, interrupting what was shaping up to be a pretty interesting staring contest. I think it’s the glasses. Even when she’s scowling Chloe looks hotter than anyone I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Or maybe I just think of hot librarians when she scowls at me. Please, Chloe, tell me what you want me to do to you.
“Suzie trademarked that saying when she first launched her videos back in ’95. But now there’s a new company that’s just started up, selling, ah, what’s it
called . . .” Paul rifles through his copy of the case document.
“The Rotator,” I supply without a glance at my own files. After all, I spent the last hour researching it. “Not the most creative name ever. It’s basically just a chair with a weight system attached. It’s supposed to work out your hip flexors and your obliques when you, well . . .” I cast a sideways glance at Chloe before I rock my hips around the office chair to demonstrate. “Rub it in.”
Her eye-roll is so strong it practically registers on the Richter scale. “Figures you’d be familiar with that.”
“Hey, these washboard abs won’t maintain themselves.” I pat my stomach.