What He Needs (What He Wants, Book Four) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) Read Free

the line at actually drinking the coffee -- I wouldn’t have been
surprised if he’d done something nasty to it.
    “No problem,” he said.   And then he winked at me.
    Yesterday I’d felt violated and
disgusted, almost scared of him.   Today I still felt the same disgust toward him, but it had morphed into
something else.   Now I wanted him
to know I wasn’t going to back down from him, that just because he’d done
something revolting to me , I wasn’t going to let him
get to me.   Inside, I was
shaking.   But outwardly, I kept my
cool.
    “What are we doing here anyway, boss?”
Josh asked.   He took a swig of his
own coffee.  
    “We’re making sure the police don’t fuck
everything up, like they’re wont to do,” Professor Worthington said.   “They’ll be more likely to follow the
rules if they know someone from the defense is here.”
    “We’re not the defense, though,” I
interrupted.   “I mean, you know,
because um, he’s … Mr. Cutler hasn’t been charged with a crime.”
    The two of them looked at me like I was a
naïve little girl.   “Now,”
Worthington said, totally ignoring my comment.   “We’re going to have to have a meeting as soon as this is
over.   Are you two free this
afternoon?   Say around three?   We can meet at my office.”
    “I’m sorry,” I said.   “But I’m not sure this is going to take
two of us.   I have more than enough
free time to make sure all the paperwork is getting done.”
    I avoided Josh’s gaze as I said this last
part.
    The last thing I wanted was him thinking I wanted him off the case because of what he’d
done last night, even though of course that was the reason.   I wondered if I should just tell
Professor Worthington.   I imagined
the shocked look on his face if I just blurted it out. “Professor, Josh shouldn’t be allowed to
work on this case with me because I caught him jerking off in my room.”
    But of course I could never do that, even
if I wanted to.   It would be
extremely unprofessional.
    “You think you can handle this whole case
by yourself, do you, Charlotte?”   Professor Worthington asked.   “You think one student should be able to take on the workload of three
paralegals?”   I wanted to ask him
why he didn’t have three paralegals working on the case then, but I already knew the
answer.   It was because paralegals
didn’t want to do this kind of shit – they weren’t putting together
summaries of evidence and filling out forms, they were looking up case law and
practicing trial arguments.
    “No,” I said.   “I just meant that if there’s something else Josh could be
working on, then –”
    “What the hell are you doing here, you
little fucker?” a voice growled from next to me.   Out of the corner of my eye I caught a flash of a dark coat,
a black glove, and then a crack as a fist hit Josh in the face and sent him
sprawling to the ground.
    “Oh my God!” My hand flew to my mouth and
I turned to see Noah standing there, his eyes blazing in fury.
    “Jesus Christ, Cutler,” Professor
Worthington said.   “What the hell
are you doing?”
    But Noah wasn’t done.   He reached down and picked Josh up by
the collar of his polo shirt, pulling him close until their faces were inches
apart.   “You stay away from her,”
Noah commanded.   “You don’t look at
her, you don’t talk to her, you don’t even think about her.   Do you understand me?”
    All trace of bravado was gone from Josh’s
face.   Just a few moments ago, when
he’d handed me that coffee, he’d been cocky and confident.   Now he was shaking like a little
boy.   Noah shook him again.   “Do.   You.   Understand?”  
    “Yeah,” Josh said.   “Yes.   Yes, I understand.”
    Noah released his grip on Josh’s
shirt.   But I could tell he was
going to hit him again.   It was
like he wasn’t there, like he’d had some kind of break with his body and didn’t
know what he was doing.
    “Noah!” I