Willful Violation (Lawyers Behaving Badly Book 3) by Cleo Peitsche Page A

Jayne Torrabadella, please? It’s about a meeting.”
    “One moment.”
    The silence gave Maisie a chance to change her mind.
    To think this through before it was too late.
    But then an image popped up of Heather sitting on the edge of the conference room table, spreading her long, toned legs… Ethan pulling at his tie, lust in his eyes as he unzipped his pants and—
    “Hello?”
    “Jayne! It’s Maisie.”
    “Oh, hi. How are—”
    “Listen, LB&B has a referral program, right? Because I referred a friend, and she’s meeting with you guys today. It’s a corporate client. I’d like to attend the meeting as well.”
    “Look at you, hustling. You don’t need to worry about getting your referral,” Jayne said. “They’re very honest about that.”
    “Yes, well.” Maisie’s mind raced. It was difficult to think when she was in full-out panic mode. “My friend would feel better if I was at the meeting. I originally told her I couldn’t make it, but my job interview let out early, and it so happens that I’m here now.”
    “Ok,” Jayne said hesitantly. “When’s the meeting?”
    “In ten minutes. My friend is probably already there. She’ll be thrilled to see me.”
    Maisie remembered how Heather’s ass had looked in that dress.
    Then she remembered the one thing that Jayne always complained about: she never got to do any work for big clients.
    Maisie felt like a piece of shit, but this was important. “The client is Lotani.”
    “Lotani is looking for new representation?”
    “I bet you’d fit in with what they’re looking for.” You’re scum, Maisie. She ignored the voice. “I should put in a good word for you. If you’re interested…”
    “Are you kidding? Why don’t you come up? I’ll find out which room they’re meeting in—”
    “Actually, could you come and get me? I don’t have a pass anymore.”
    There was a moment of silence, and Maisie could just imagine what was going through Jayne’s mind. Bringing a visitor up without a pass was against the rules, but weighed against a chance to get in at the top with a huge client?
    “On my way,” Jayne said. “I’ll meet you on the street, just outside the lobby.”

    * * *
    J ayne was even prettier than Maisie remembered.
    Her mane of wheat-blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders in soft waves, and her peaches-and-cream complexion was positively luminous.
    Today she wasn’t wearing one of her sexy pantsuits. No, today she was wearing a white dress. It wasn’t clingy—in fact, the bottom was loose—but it highlighted her curves, especially when she walked.
    She looked like a fashion doll, only prettier.
    Fuck. Maisie really had to get her job back.
    She trusted her bosses. They’d brought up the idea of being exclusive, after all. Or was that exclusive without condoms?
    There hadn’t been much discussion around it.
    And Maisie was a realist. Trent, Ethan, and Raphael were powerful and dominant, but they were still men.
    Men who were very, very hot, and filthy rich.
    Eventually they were going to get tired of her. Attorneys worked late hours. Anything could happen.
    It was a losing game; Maisie knew that. But if she could get even three good months, then she would let go…
    Jayne pressed a badge into Maisie’s hand.
    “It’s Mrs. Donahue’s,” Jayne said once they were through the turnstiles. “I told her I misplaced mine and just had to run down here to grab something from a client, but I’ll need to take it right back to her when we get up there.”
    That felt like a bad omen.
    Things weren’t bad enough, and now she was impersonating Mrs. Donahue? It would have been funny if it weren’t so tragic.
    “The meeting is in the conference room at the end of the hall. Could you wait for me just outside, and we’ll go in together? I wouldn’t feel comfortable walking in alone—you were invited, not me.”
    “No problem.”
    “Thanks, Maisie,” Jayne said.
    Don’t thank me yet , Maisie thought.
    A few minutes later,