The Law of Attraction by Kristi Gold Page B

happened to be the most gorgeous, multitalented, intelligent man she’d ever known didn’t mean she couldn’t hold her own with him. And she would, no matter what he tried to throw at her.
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    Alisha Hart strode into Daniel’s office looking as if she’d like to throw something at him. Fortunately she set her briefcase down on the chair instead of hurling it at his head. “I believe you know why I’m here.”
    She sounded calm, but she looked fighting mad—and sexy as hell in her tailored blue dress that gave Daniel just a glimpse of her knees. Really great knees. “You came by to call off our dinner plans?”
    â€œVery funny,” she said without one whit of amusement in her tone.
    Daniel noticed the partially open door and pointed behind her. “Close it.”
    She looked over her shoulder, then back to him, before complying. Instead of sitting, she braced her palms on the edge of his desk and leaned into them. “First of all, do you mind telling me why you didn’t inform me the other night you were going to be taking the Massey case?”
    Daniel greatly minded that her breasts were eye level and the cut of the dress showed a hint of cleavage. He forced his gaze to her face. “Because I didn’t know until this morning. And I don’t like it any more than you do. And if I recall, we decided not to discuss it the other night. In fact, I remember we stopped talking altogether after a while.”
    After snatching up her briefcase, she finally sat, giving Daniel only minimal relief. “We’re certainly going to discuss it now.”
    Daniel leaned back in his chair and laced his hands behind his head. “Go ahead, Counselor. But if you’re here to make a deal, you’ll be wasting your breath.”
    â€œIt’s my breath to waste, and I don’t see why we can’t come to some sort of agreement and save the taxpayers money.”
    â€œWhat exactly are you proposing?” he asked.
    â€œOne count of disorderly conduct, drop the indecent exposure and the trumped-up assault charge.”
    â€œYou’re not serious.”
    â€œDo I look like I’m jesting?”
    No, but she looked pretty damn good, Daniel thought. So good he almost couldn’t think. But he had to think. “Let’s start with the indecent exposure. We have a witness who claims she saw his genitals during his little show on the river taxi and that he in fact was aroused.” That much he did know, although he knew nothing about the witness. Truth was, he hadn’t had time to thoroughly review the case. He sure as hell hadn’t prepared for the impact of seeing Alisha again—and knowing he couldn’t touch her now. Or later, for that matter. At least not until this mess was over.
    Her expression remained battle-ready. “My client was strategically covered by a wide sash, therefore his genitals were not exposed. As far as his alleged arousal is concerned, the temperature was below forty degrees. In those kinds of elements, I highly doubt Mr. Massey capable of an erection.”
    The last thing Daniel needed to hear coming out of her pretty coral-painted mouth was the word erection. “Our witness says otherwise.”
    â€œYour witness is mistaken. Or perhaps she was engaged in some wishful thinking.” Alisha looked at him straight on. “You know, if Mr. Massey were a woman, we wouldn’t even be having this argument.”
    â€œWhy’s that?”
    â€œBecause a woman’s arousal wouldn’t be noticeable.”
    â€œAny man worth his salt can tell if a woman’s aroused, obvious or not.”
    â€œNot in the dark.”
    â€œOh, yeah. Definitely in the dark. I can always tell. One of these days I’ll prove it to you.”
    â€œWe’re not going to talk about that.” Her gaze drifted away before coming back to him. “My point is, only one witness claiming my client was