The Intern (The Dalton Family #4)(19)

“And how do you plan to make that happen?” Jenner asked me.

“It’s impossible to say no to me.” I nodded toward Dominick. “Your brother is a prime example, and that contract is proof of what I could squeeze out of him.” I grinned. “Ford’s no different.”

“Jesus Christ,” Dominick groaned. “This room isn’t big enough for your ego.”

I rubbed my hand over my beard. The whiskers that I’d shortened for today’s meeting were soft from the oil I’d drenched them in. “It’s not ego, my friend. It’s confidence. I’ve got far more game than all of you.”

“At this point, I don’t doubt that,” Jenner said. “We’re settled down and off the market. Well, except for Ford.” His eyes narrowed at me. “And you.”

“Which is why you need a woman,” Dominick chimed in. He pointed at Ford and added, “Both of you do.” He glanced back at me, continuing, “Someone to tame your wild ass.”

I crossed my hands over the thick wooden slab, my cuff links breaking the silence. “Who says I need to be tamed?”

Dominick chuckled. “I didn’t think that was what I wanted. Shit, look at me now.”

“Practically married,” I replied, accurately describing his relationship with Kendall.

She’d had a brief role as a reality star, and Dominick had not only scouted her, but turned her into his client and girlfriend as well.

“And happy as hell,” he shot back.

“That’s you.” I twisted my hands together, remembering how slick they had felt that night, just a week ago, when I waited in anticipation to rub them over Hannah’s body. Fuck, I couldn’t get that girl out of my head. “Me, on the other hand? I’m good with the way things are in my life.” I’d been reminding myself of that each passing day since meeting her. “Real good in fact.”

“That’s the face of a dirty, dirty dog,” Jenner said.

“I’ve never claimed to be a saint.”

“That’s the truth,” Jenner huffed. “A flavor of the week—I remember those days.”

I nodded toward him. “Another one who’s on the verge of signing a marriage license, handcuffed to your relationship.”

“I’m not complaining one bit,” Jenner replied.

He’d shacked up with his largest client’s daughter, and I was the fucking dog at this table.

Dominick took a drink of his coffee. “Who’s the catch of the week? Tell us about her.”

My arms crossed behind my head as my brain returned to that night in the alley. “She was so fucking hot; we didn’t even make it back to my place.” I smiled as I thought of the warmth that I’d felt inside her pussy, how her cunt had pulsed around me. The way she had fucking screamed out her orgasm. “Man, she was a fierce one. Captivating. Charming. Stunning.” I smiled. “A law student.”

“A thirty-two-year-old, slumming it up with law school girls,” one of them said.

My brain was re-creating her body, her tightness, her sounds—too lost in Hannah’s memory to focus on who had spoken.

But I’d heard the words, and I responded, “I fuck anyone who’s over the age of eighteen and meets my criteria, and, oh hell, she exceeded them.”

First at the mock trial, where she’d really impressed me.

Then at the bar.

Again in the alley.

“Besides, Jenner’s no better,” I added. “Let’s not forget Jo was in college when they first met. That bastard was flying back and forth to Miami to get a piece of ass.”

He flipped me off after I reminded everyone of that important detail.

“So, back to this twenty-something-year-old,” Dominick said. “What, you hit it and quit it?”

“Don’t tell me it’s been so long that you don’t remember what single life looks like.” I waited for him to respond. “Dude, you’re not a fucking dinosaur.”

My phone started to vibrate in my pocket, and I slipped my hand in the fold to send the call to voice mail. But as my fingers skimmed the hard plastic case, I felt something else. Something almost soft, silky, weightless.

What the fuck?

Wanting to see what it was, I pulled it out just a little bit, my heart instantly hammering in my chest once I glanced down.

Out of the hundred-plus suits I owned, I’d chosen the same one that I’d worn to USC a week ago.

The same one that apparently still housed the thong that I’d torn off Hannah’s body.

The same one my housekeeper was supposed to take to the dry cleaner and neglected to do so.

I shoved my hand back in the pocket, fisting the flimsy fabric, dying to see if it still smelled like her.

Damn it, that girl had been different.

She’d gotten things out of me that no woman had in the past.

My lips on hers.

A desire to have her more than once.

An invite back to my house.

But that situation hadn’t worked out, and Hannah was long gone from my life.

“No, I’m not a dinosaur, but I’ve been out of the scene for a while,” Dominick said. “Tell me, why didn’t this one make the cut for a second date? Too young? Too innocent?”

“Too good for you,” Ford added, laughing.