Undeniable Love - Journey of Love Book 2 (40 page)

The smile that spread across my father’s face told me he was pleased with my answer. Standing up, he smoothed out his suit. “I knew I could count on you, Aaron. Show me you can win this one, and the next case you fight will be alongside me.”

Pressing my lips together, I kept from showing my father what he said pleased the hell out of me. Nodding, I stood up, reached for his hand and said, “Sounds good.”

“Now that you’re ready, your client is waiting in conference room six. I just spoke with her and told her I was assigning a new lawyer. This girl is sweet and innocent. I want her taken care of, Aaron.”

My eyes widened in horror. Holy shit. He just pushed this onto my plate and he wants me to meet the client right now? “She’s here? Now? I haven’t even looked at her case.”

Winking and turning away from me, he said, “She’s here, right now. Head on over and introduce yourself. The file is in the conference room. Take it home tonight and look it over. Meanwhile, I want her getting to know her new lawyer as soon as possible.”

Turning, he headed to the door. Before opening it, he glanced back at me. “Make me proud, Aaron.”

The air left my lungs as he opened the door and shut it. Collapsing back down in my chair, I dragged in deep breaths.

Make me proud, Aaron.

This is it. This is the case I’ve been waiting for to prove to my father I had what it took to be a good lawyer. Grabbing a notepad and pen, I made my way to conference room six.

Quickly walking by Renee’s, desk she called out, “Do you need me for your meeting, Mr. . . . um . . . Aaron?” Giving Renee a wink, I shook my head.

Standing outside the door to the conference room, I took a few seconds to get my thoughts straight. The first thing I had to do was win over the client. I needed to make sure she knew I was on her side. For all I knew she was a fifty-year-old bored housewife with a husband trying to find his lost youth.

Fuck. Why didn’t I ask Dad what her name was?

Taking in a deep breath, I smelled a familiar perfume. My body instantly warmed.
Where did I know that perfume?

Reaching for the door, I plastered on the smile I knew caused panties to melt no matter what their age was. Turning the knob, I pushed the door open and walked into the room. Sitting at the end of the long conference table was . . . Sierra?

What in the hell is she doing here?

Holy hell. Please, God, tell me this is not happening. I’m so fucked.

Slowly standing up, Sierra stared at me with that cute little thing she did with her mouth when she was at a loss for words. Which wasn’t often. Slowly wetting her lips, she went to talk, but nothing came out.

Moaning internally at the action, I stared at her lips. Damn how I wanted those lips wrapped around my cock.

No. Wait. Stop. You’re her lawyer. Shit. I’m Sierra’s lawyer.

The last time I saw Sierra was at the coast. Our mutual friends got engaged and invited a few of us to spend a few days with them.

“Sierra, it’s um—” Clearing my throat, I motioned for her to sit down. Staring at me for a few more seconds, Sierra slowly sat down as a look of pure shock and confusion swept over her face.

Shutting the door, I moved to the table and took a seat about three seats down from her. Just being near Sierra had my body aching with desire.

“W-what are you doing here, Dodge?”

I wasn’t about to let my rocky relationship with Sierra, or the fact that I wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless, ruin my chance at showing my father what I could do on this case.

Smiling, I adjusted my suddenly too tight tie. “It’s, ah, it’s Aaron, not Dodge.” Sierra’s eyes lit up and I wanted desperately to find out why my real name caused her to look like she just had a mini fantasy.

Swallowing hard, Sierra shook her head as if clearing her thoughts. “Okay,
Aaron.
Why are you here? I’m about to have a meeting with my new lawyer, so you’re gonna have—”

Suddenly her eyes widened. I was pretty sure Tristan and Ryn had let Sierra know I was working for my father’s law firm again.

Here goes nothing. “I’m here, Mrs. Jackson, because I’m your new lawyer.”

Darrin—Thank you for always standing by me and supporting me. It means the world to me. Your love amazes me every day.

Lauren—It’s undeniable . . . you are your mother’s daughter. Never change for anyone! I love you so very much.

Kristin Mayer—AKA “K-Dawg” Since you are currently sitting on the sofa across from me writing during our girls weekend, I’ll just give you my thanks to you now. Just in case I forget though, thank you for being such an amazing friend. Thank you for your support, your help, your listening ear and your ever infectious laughter. Love ya girl!

Nikola Sievert—Thank you for always making time to read my books. And for being the last eyes on each one! It means the world to me!

Danielle Sanchez—Thank you for everything you do for me. You’re the best publicist an author could ask for. I truly appreciate everything you do for me!

Vilma Gonzalez, Anna Easter, Molly McAdams, and Danielle Sanchez–“The lunch crew”—I am so thankful for you girls. I love you each dearly. I look forward to our lunches and you have no idea what they mean to me. #Legend

Nichole Strauss—Thank you for your amazing editing skills! I appreciate all that you do for me.

Laura Hansen—Thank you so very much for beta reading for me and for all of your input with this book. You’ll never know how much I appreciate it. You’re the best! Love you girl!

To my Chasers group—Thank you for your support and for making me laugh each and every day. Y’all are truly the best group out there!

The Wranglers—Y’all know who you are. All I can say is thank you for all you do. My cup runneth over for you ladies.

To all my readers—You never cease to amaze me with your support and love. Thank you for allowing me to travel down this road with you! Love you to the moon and back.