Dirty Boss (Scandalous Billionaires #5) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
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He studies me a moment and then dials his cell phone. “Adam,” he greets. “Where is Jerome’s ex-wife?” He listens a minute and looks at me. “Yes. Find out. Let me know.” He hangs up. “In this case, I hope you’re wrong on this, but if you’re right we need to know.” His eyes soften. “Good work. We’re going to make a good team.”

“Because I argue with you?” I ask, but I’m pleased that he is pleased. No matter what, he is my boss and I admire his work.

“Yes, actually,” he says. “You think about all angles and then you’re smart enough to argue and make sense when you do it. A wise man once told me that if a group of people sit at a conference table and they all agree, only one was needed.”

There’s a knock on the door. “Here we go,” he says, standing, and I do the same. “She’s a diva,” he says. “Don’t let that shake you.”

“I won’t,” I say, and I believe it, really believe it, right up until the point that Tara, in all her blonde Marilyn Monroe glamour, bursts into the room. That means her, and a mass of two bodyguards, Chanel No. 5, Gucci jeans, a low-cut white glittery T-shirt, and boots, along with some sort of furry white jacket.

“Cole,” she says, pursing her lips and rushing him. She then throws her arms, and her half-covered double-D boobs against him. “Thank you for being here for me.”

“People do not hug their attorney, Ms. Knight,” he says formally, removing her arms from his waist.

“They should,” she says, flipping her hair. “Who better to hug than the person who keeps you out of jail?”

“We are not fucking,” he says tightly. “We’re fucking other people who want to fuck you with professional dignity.”

Just hearing him say the word “fuck” to her gives me a knot in my belly I do not like. I have no reason to be jealous, but she’s stunning, and a fantasy to millions of men around the world, which isn’t easy to completely ignore.

And she’s still practically standing on top of Cole, who quietly repeats, “With professional dignity.”

“Sorry,” she says, taking two steps backward, but she doesn’t sound sorry at all.

Cole motions to the guards. “They stay. We’re going to the dining room.” He glances at one of them. “If you want to check out the room, go do it now.”

One of them, a burly dark-haired man in a suit, nods and both men divide and conquer. Tara’s eyes suddenly fall on me. “Who are you?”

“My associate, Lori Havens,” Cole says. “She’ll be working the case with me.”

She looks at Cole. “I don’t know her. I don’t trust her. She needs to leave.”

I am not easily rattled, but the words, attitude, and energy, along with that hug and her boobs, come together like a blow. “I can step into the office,” I offer.

“She stays,” Cole says. “Or I leave. Frankly, all I’m doing by being here is to taunt a hungry bear that wants my throat as well. I can recommend a replacement and fully update them on the situation.”

“Over this woman?” she asks in disbelief, looking me up and down, like I’m trailer trash. “You’d walk away from being my attorney for this woman?”

“This woman is the future of my firm, and someone I trust and believe in, while you, I do not yet trust and believe in at all. Just to be clear, I haven’t decided to represent you. I do, however, feel obligated to get you through the interview and ensure you aren’t being punished for being your father’s daughter.”

Her bodyguards walk back into the room. “All clear,” each proclaims separately.

“Now,” Cole says, “will Ms. Havens and I be helping you get through your police interview or not?”

Her expression tightens. “Yes. We will be sitting down. Where?”

“Follow the hallway to the dining room,” Cole replies.

She tilts her chin upward and marches in that direction, with one bodyguard following her and another by the door. “Guard the door from outside,” Cole orders them.

They stare at Cole and seem to want to argue, but they do as directed. The minute they’re outside the room and we’re semi-alone, Cole closes the small space between me and him. “Did you offer to walk away for personal or for professional reasons? Think and answer honestly.”

“Both.”

“No one tells you to leave a room you belong in, and do not walk into that room and act like you don’t belong or you won’t. Understand?”

“Completely,” I assure him, because I not only deserve the reprimand, I appreciate the fact that he has kept his word. He is not being easy on me because of our private relationship.

“Claim one of the seats opposite her. Ask your questions, as I approved them in advance, and if you think of others, don’t hold back.”


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