Cocky Bastard
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 Vi Keeland

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Aubrey was still avoiding seeing me at all costs. When another week went by, I knew my approach needed to be more aggressive. With each day that passed, it bothered me more and more that she didn’t know the reason behind my leaving. And I still refused to have that conversation any other way but in person.
I understood that she was scared, but it was becoming urgently necessary to find a way to get her alone so that we could talk.
One Thursday afternoon, I got a call from my agent back in Australia about a new potential marketing opportunity. So, I did what anyone in my position would do before entering into a new business deal: I got lawyered up.
Chapter Eighteen
“I have an appointment at eleven with Ms. Bloom.”
The receptionist smiled and looked down at the appointment book. “Mr. Bastardo?”
“The one and only.” I was grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. The woman probably thought my excitement was for her. She was a pretty girl; I bet plenty of men lit up around her. But my enthusiasm revolved around only one woman. Even hearing her voice through the intercom made my heart speed up a bit.
“Yes, Kelly?” Aubrey said.
“Your eleven o’clock consult is here.”
“Thank you. Would you show him back in five minutes? I need to get organized.” I pictured her desk scattered with papers.
Kelly let go of a button and spoke to me. “You can have a seat. I’m actually going to give her ten minutes. She’s one of the best attorneys here at the firm, but her desk is usually a disaster.”
I sat in the reception area and thumbed through a magazine as I waited, but I couldn’t concentrate. I’d been waiting almost a week for this appointment. Yesterday I went and picked up my new suit. It was custom tailored and fit well. When I looked in the mirror, it might have been the first time in two years I didn’t hate who stared back at me.
I straightened my tie and hoped the sales lady who helped me pick it out was right. She’d said the blues of the tie brought out the color in my eyes—it would be impossible not to hold a woman captive. Oddly, her choice of words fit what I wanted to do to Aubrey…hold her captive. Quite possibly for the rest of our lives. I may have only spent eight days with this woman, but we learned what takes most people six months of dating. Coming to Temecula confirmed what I spent the last two years thinking about—I was a goner when it came to Aubrey Bloom.
Kelly walked around her desk. “Mr. Bastardo? If you’re ready, I’ll take you back now.”
I took a deep breath. “I’m very ready.”
We walked down two long halls and passed a few men in suits. This place was a goddamn smorgasbord of Biffys. Another turn and then Kelly stopped at a door. Corner office.
Nice, Princess. She was appreciated here. I felt a sense of pride.
“Hi, Aubrey. I have Mr. Bastardo for you.”
“Thank you.”
Kelly stepped aside so I could enter. My attorney was looking down. She spoke before her head came fully up. “It’s nice to—”
Aubrey froze. I could have sworn there was a flicker of excitement in her eyes for a second. But it was quickly extinguished…replaced by anger. I’d expected her reaction.
“Mr. Bastardo?” She rolled her eyes. “How did I not figure this one out?”
“Because you don’t speak Spanish.” I smiled, but she wasn’t amused.
“Chance. I’m at work. I can’t play your games here. You need to leave.”
I buttoned my jacket. “I’m here on business.”
“Nice try. I’m a copyright attorney. If you’ve gone and gotten arrested for public intoxication or lewd and lascivious behavior, you’ll need to go three doors down to Celino and Barnes.”
“I’m in need of a copyright attorney.”
“Is that so?” She wasn’t believing a word I was saying.
“It is.”
“Well in that case, you’ll need to see another attorney.” She stepped around her desk and folded her arms over her chest. Fuck if her getting tough with me wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d seen in ages.
“I don’t want another attorney.”
“That’s too bad.”
We stared at each other for a moment. Then she smiled. It wasn’t a happy smile, it was an I’m about to stick something up your arse and enjoy it smile. I didn’t care. I liked seeing it anyway. I smiled back—twice as broad.
She huffed and left the office.
A few minutes later, she returned. I’d settled in and made myself comfortable in a chair in front of her desk. I stood when she walked in. A man walked in right behind her. The princess fucker.