“Don’t you think you should change first” he commented a little bit horrified.
I scowled. Rachel however nodded thoughtfully “he’s right Flair. You want the advantage, so you should turn up looking cool and composed instead of sweaty and disheveled.”
“Fine” I conceded, glaring at Timothy who looked miserable now “we’ll go back to the apartment, I’ll get changed and then Timothy here,” I said smiling at the poor man “will drive me to the house. I want to meet Grayson Oakes personally and who knows, maybe he can help me at the same time” I said to Rachel whose eyes lit up as she nodded at me.
“Help you? I don’t understand” Timothy wailed, as we began to head out of the studio.
I patted his shoulder, fighting back a grin “You don’t need to understand Timothy. Don’t stress so much, it’s not good for your health” I advised him as he began to look even more panicked “Your boss will understand.”
“He’s going to fire my sorry ass” Timothy muttered under his breath.
I pretended not to hear him.
Rachel took Timothy’s other arm and smiled brilliantly at him “Just so you know, my name is Rachel” she cooed at him, the man looking at her as Rachel pressed up against him “and my friend will make sure you don’t get fired so how about you relax, huh big boy” she said, as Timothy looked at her stunned, “and enjoy the ride sweetheart” she purred.
The poor guy didn’t stand a chance against Rachel’s seductive charms. I fought back my laughter as he began to follow her like a lost puppy, forgetting all about his troubles. Rachel certainly had a way with men, I mused, poor Timothy was just another man snared in her endless traps.
Grayson POV
I leaned back in the armchair, rifling blindly through the newspaper, my thoughts pertaining to Timothy and whether he would actually find out any valuable information about Miss Flair or if this was a waste of time. I frowned down at the newspaper, fighting the urge to slam it down on the coffee table, and closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. Why was I feeling so impatient? This was not like me. Grayson Oakes did not chase women. Women chased me. But this girl was different. There was such a wholesomeness to her. Such an innocence to her.
The sound of my door clicking open, had my eyes darting towards the front entryway as a large whoosh escaped my chest. Timothy was finally here. I shifted on my seat and placed the newspaper down. “It’s about time,” I said gruffly “hurry up. I’m impatient to find out what you know.”
A decidedly feminine laugh accompanied my statement and I watched silently as Flair came waltzing in, a look of calmness on her face.
“Mrs Rourke, I was not expecting you to come walking into my home,” I said evenly, as she sauntered towards me, a small smile curved on her lips.
“Your assistant is no good at subterfuge,” she said brashly.
My own lips curved into an appreciative smile. I would be having some stern words with Timothy, but for now, I wasn’t averse to having some female company. I gestured for her to take a seat, drinking her in, enjoying the way her skirt hugged her curves and emphasized the slight swell of her buttocks, my mouth going dry as she sat down and viewed me with a raised brow. Her shirt was a plain white, but it clung tightly to her frame and showed the merest hint of cleavage, that left me wanting to see more.
“It’s Flair,” she said, extending her hand.
I took it, feeling how small it was inside my own, shaking it gently.
“I’m Grayson,” I said tilting my head “What is it I can do for you Flair,” I said delicately.
She gave a smile “You could tell me why you’re assistant is spying on me” she said coolly.
I cleared my throat “The truth is Flair, I feel an attraction to you, but my status is one of being a wealthy lawyer, which often means that women are throwing themselves at me” I explained tightly “I wanted to see what you were like in your own workplace to confirm if you were..”
“Artificial, bitchy, insincere” she suggested with amusement.
I sat back and surveyed her “Perhaps” I allowed “but it seems as though my assistant is not as good at spying as I anticipated he would be.”
She laughed. It was musical, joyful, and like listening to tiny bells shaking together. I was entranced. “He tried his best,” she said laughingly “but my receptionist and I were too good for him. Don’t punish him please” she implored me “he really was quite apologetic about the whole thing,” she said.
I raised a brow “You’re quite forgiving about the whole thing.”
She shrugged “There was no real harm done and I was in fact” she paused and looked at me coyly “planning on visiting you as it was Mr Grayson.”
“That means that you were wanting to either ask me on a date or use my services” I drawled as she looked at me with sparkling eyes “So I have to ask, which is it, Miss Flair?”
“Hmmm,” she murmured, “as interesting as the former one could prove to be, I must admit that I do have a need for your services Mr Grayson.”
I leaned forward, my gaze fixated on her “I’ve heard that you’re getting divorced” I said softly “Please accept my condolences. Would this be anything to do with it?”
She had a large black handbag, which she began to rifle through, producing a stack of papers. “It would,” she said regarding me “I need somebody to look these papers over, that isn’t an acquaintance of Johnathon’s or a friend in any way, shape, or form.”
Her tone was serious. I put out a hand for the papers. She reluctantly handed them over. I narrowed my eyes and began to glance through it, looking for any hidden clauses, manipulative phrases, or unfair distribution of assets. I was not a fan of Johnathon Rourke. The man was a sneaky, conniving lawyer, who took on any cases that he could, without prejudice, often using devious and unethical methods to win. I kept that from Flair though, scanning the papers and glancing at her.
“He’s offering you 50% of his bank account net worth, but nothing in regards to what his law firm is worth,” I said in disgust “let alone half the family home value. You have every right to demand the home is sold and the profits evenly distributed between the two of you. As for his law firm, he could offer you shares in it, or a partnership.”
Flair bit her bottom lip, nodding tightly. “There is nothing else, nothing hidden?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.