Just the Sexiest Man Alive by Julie James

leg over the other. Unable to resist, his eyes flickered down to her legs for just the briefest second. Then he quickly glanced back up.
    When his gaze met Taylor’s, he detected the faintest trace of a smug smile in her eyes. It was then he realized something.
    She was toying with him.
    She was toying with him .
    Taylor paused until she appeared satisfied that Jason’s eyes were focused back on hers, then continued with her questions.
    “By any chance, did you have any of your three cell phones with you last week in Las Vegas, Mr. Andrews?”
    “Of course.”
    “So you could’ve called my office to say you couldn’t make our meetings?”
    Jason laughed as if this was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. “Like I make any of those calls myself.”
    Taylor eased off the table and strolled casually toward the witness stand.
    “Well then, couldn’t you have asked one of your numerous assistants to call me? Or were things at the Bellagio hotel—oh, sorry—your ‘film emergency’ ”—she made mocking finger quotes—“so crazy that you couldn’t get around to it?”
    She waited expectantly for Jason’s answer.
    He deflected the question easily. He certainly hoped she had something better than that.
    “So you got me, Ms. Donovan. I was in Las Vegas. That’s some impressive lawyering, considering I was only caught on television .”
    “And the reason you didn’t have someone call my office?”
    “It didn’t seem like a big deal,” he replied breezily. “I didn’t think I needed an excuse.”
    “Well if that’s true,” Taylor asked pointedly, “then why did you first try to make up the story about a film emergency?”
    Jason paused at this.
    Oops.
    He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, suddenly a bit tangled up in his “testimony.”
    Taylor approached the witness stand, her eyes sparkling triumphantly. “What exactly was your plan here, Mr. Andrews? To just walk in and flash your little smile, no questions asked?”
    Actually, that pretty much had been his plan.
    Jason folded his arms across his chest and merely shrugged dismissively at her question.
    Taylor seized upon his gesture, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Andrews, but your answers have to be audible for the court reporter. Was that a ‘yes’?”
    Jason gazed at her evenly, annoyed by her tone. She returned the look.
    “ Yes , Ms. Donovan,” he finally replied. “That may have been my plan. To flash my little smile, no questions asked.”
    She leaned against the witness stand. “How’s that plan working out for you, Mr. Andrews?”
    His eyes locked with hers.
    “Not so well.”
    Taylor smiled confidently, as if to say her work there was finished.
    “Good. I have no further questions.”
    And with that, she strutted over to the lawyer’s table and threw her briefcase over her shoulder. Without so much as a second glance, she walked out of the courtroom with her head held high. The door swung, then shut firmly behind her.
    Leaving Jason alone.
    Sitting stupidly in the witness stand.
    He looked around, waiting for the cameras and people to come pouring out, letting him in on the practical joke. Clooney loved to pull stunts like this.
    So Jason waited. And waited some more.
    But . . . nothing.
    And it then began to occur to Jason that this was not a joke, that indeed Taylor Donovan had actually meant to insult him. Which then raised one very serious question.
    What the hell kind of shit was that ?
    Jason quickly flashed back through every detail of his encounter with her. Each and every sassy, sarcastic word. He hadn’t been spoken to like that in years.
    Jason glanced over at the door that Taylor had just stormed out of. And slowly, his face changed into a smile.
    Interesting.
    Very interesting.

Five
    “SO HOW DID the meeting with the lawyer go?”
    Jason glanced over at the passenger seat, surprised that Jeremy remembered. He had mentioned the meeting in passing to his friend last Friday in Vegas, around