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over the screen of my phone, I dialed the number on Mr. Jackson’s card and waited for an answer. I didn’t even hesitate long enough for him to say hello when he answered the call.
    “Mr. Jackson? Haven Foster here. I’m interested! Can we meet to discuss the case more?”
    “Glad to hear it, Haven. Meet me at my office and we’ll talk.”
    “Yes, sir. I’m on my way.” Ending the call, I hailed a cab and headed downtown to Jackson’s firm. Adrenaline coursed through my veins like molten lava as the cab raced across town.
     

Chapter Four - Sebastian
     
    “Throw me to the wolves and I will return leading the pack.”
    - Unknown
     
    I’d received word from Davis that he had managed to acquire the services of Haven Foster. The last time we spoke, I’d selected her based on her dual degrees in Criminology and Criminal Law. She graduated top of her class at Harvard Law. I found it rather intriguing that a Harvard graduate would volunteer her time instead of working for a big firm. She could work anywhere, but her choice not to appealed to me. Not to mention she was a stone-cold fox. She could be my very own Goddess of War.
    Just a glimpse of the photograph Davis had acquired was enough to sell me on her being a part of my team. It would be nice to see a sweet little morsel like that on a regular basis while I was tucked away in this wretched fucking hell-hole. I know what you must be thinking of me. His wife was murdered just over six months ago and already he’s got a hard-on for a pretty young lawyer. I’ll just come right out and say it. Astra and I had an arranged marriage. There was no love between us. Sex? Sure. But our short marriage was built on power. The marriage created an alliance between her father and I that would keep the families strong. But love never played a part in that arrangement.
    I’d been sitting in a stark-white room, cuffed to the table, waiting for Davis and the foxy little lawyer to make an appearance for what seemed like an eternity. It hadn’t been that long but time passed so slowly in here. Minutes were more like hours, hours like days, days like weeks; you get the picture. Leaning back in my chair, I glared at the guard standing watch over the door. He smirked. I closed my eyes, smiling as I crossed my ankles under the table and continued my wait.
    “Sorry for the hold-up, Sebastian,” Davis chuckled as he waddled into the room.
    I smelt my little goddess before I saw her, and the scent had my cock twitching to life in an instant. When she stepped out from behind Davis, I sat up straight. Fuck, she was stunning. Her long brown hair hung loosely down her back. Those eyes. Those eyes were as blue as the ocean. Hypnotic and magical. I couldn’t look away. Didn’t fucking want to. She wore a tight little pencil skirt that hugged her delicious little curves and a white top that was so sheer you could just make out the lacy camisole she wore beneath it. So fucking hot! Don’t even get me started on her legs. My mouth was watering already and she hadn’t even been in the room but a few seconds.
    “Sebastian, this is Haven Foster. She’ll be assisting me in reviewing your case. Anything she needs, we’ll be sure to provide.”
    “Nice to meet you, Haven. I’d shake your hand, but I’m a little tied up at the moment.”
    She nodded, worrying her bottom lip. Thoughts of tossing her fine little ass on this table and fucking her senseless flashed in my mind. Fucking hell! What I wouldn’t give for a moment alone with this woman.
    Davis and Haven took a seat across from me and opened their briefcases. Davis once again had to run off the stubborn little guard lingering at the door. These guys just didn’t have a clue.
    “Now that we’re alone, let’s get down to business,” Davis said, pushing a copy of the court case across the table to me. I didn’t need it. I had a memory like a steel trap so I left it sitting on the table.
    “I’ve… I’ve reviewed the case, Mr.