Object Me: A Bad Boy Lawyer Romance Read Free Page B

me , he had set me on fire. In Dylan Hanson’s office I felt like a lit match in a gas tank. His fingers on me were electrifying. I had been drenched and undone by him. It wasn’t supposed to go that way. In my mind, I was supposed walk through the doors in a power suit, dazzle them with my “educated” words, and then let my brilliance shine. I imagined that it would be like a television drama where there was one screw up, but the new hire always came up with some unconventional idea that saved the case and the firm and surprised them all. No such luck for me. I felt like the “little engine that could” chugging along the path of utter frustration. I couldn’t quit. I had worked entirely too long and too hard for this to fail now. There had been too many slammed doors and my survival depended on this position at Hanson. There was no turning back. I hadn’t made it to the twentieth floor to turn back now. The experience of working for such a prestigious company, even if I only lasted one year, had the potential for a stratospheric launch into even more prominent positions.
    When I walked through the revolving door, the security guard looked up at me and quickly turned away like I was Medusa and would turn him to stone with a single glance.
    Dylan had everyone scared of him, but he was playful with me. He had smiled and touched me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It intrigued me that the same man that so many people feared, kissed me with so much passion that I’d nearly fallen apart in his arms. Part of me was disappointed that the special attention that I’d received wasn’t directed at my brain, but another part of me was giddy at the thought that the hard hearted lawyer wanted me.
    “You’re back.” James’ mouth moved under wide questioning eyes.
    The bullpen of other associates craned their necks over their cubicles and a smattering of low mutterings became audible for a second. That was it for the greetings.
    “Good morning to you all too.” I said with a smile, as though it really mattered and any of the people would actually unglue their eyes from their screens long enough to acknowledge me.
    I followed James to his cubicle.
    “I did some research on regulatory procedures and I wanted—”
    James pushed a hand up to my face in a gesture to shush me.
    “That wasn’t necessary.” he said, dropping an arm full of papers on me. “Copy, collate, folder, and file those.”
    James sat down at his desk and began to type without any further interest or instruction.
    Day two would be another day of endless secretarial duties. After locating the copier, waiting for the copier, deciphering how to work the copier, and lugging all of the copies to my work area, I was beyond tired and frustrated. Once I had the tower of paperwork neatly positioned on my desk, I plopped down into my chair and let out a whoosh of air. There were still several hours left in the day and completing my assigned duties would only serve to speed up the opportunity for additional secretarial duties. I decided that I would take my time. My fellow bullpen associates had remained decidedly quiet and unkind throughout the day.
    I sighed as I rubbed and tugged gently on my earlobe and let my mind wander where it wanted. Images of Dylan and the feelings of his hands against me, rose in my mind and I began to heat up from the inside.
    “That paperwork needs to be done ASAP.” James popped up from seemingly nowhere and startled me.
    “Sure.” I respond. “I just don’t know where the folders are, or what to do—”
    James had stopped listening to me and moved back to his cubicle.
    I want to call him an asshole and shake the wiry man until his stupid glasses fell off of his face.
    I stomp through the hall and search for supply closets. No one seemed interested in assisting me. Eye contact was painfully avoided and if I made any movement toward asking a question, the person would busy themselves.
    I made a left turn and