I stood as well. “Yeah. Because you think everyone is a fucking angel, but they’re not. Hell, you’re the reason we’re even in this mess with Hatchett. You trusted him.” It only took a split second for me to regret the statement. I jabbed my finger at his chest, trying to lessen the sting of what I’d just said.
Maverick blinked before nodding and stepping away.
I bit my tongue for a moment, letting the thick air cool before speaking. “You know I didn’t mean that,” I said. “But Henley and her interview were nothing, so just drop it, all right?”
Maverick paced the room for a few seconds and then stopped in front of me. “Fine. Consider it dropped. But Henley may have some other qualities we could use…” He wasn’t usually the one to suggest stuff like that, but obviously, Henley was gorgeous—a fact that wasn’t lost on him. “You have to admit, she is damned sexy,” he added, confirming my thoughts.
“Yeah, I know. But she really doesn’t seem the type,” I said.
“Well, no one ever does seem the type, but we could at least suggest it…”
“How? Call her back to the office?”
Maverick stared back at me. He and I had our own way of going about things, but one of the few things we enjoyed doing togeth
er was acquiring women the same way we acquired assets. Lots of gorgeous women were eager to fall at our feet and succumb to out will, which was quite a rush. But they never ended up in our office as candidates for a job. To call it a conflict of interest would be an understatement, but in this case, Maverick didn’t seem to care. And if he didn’t care, we must have been in the clear.
“No. Something casual,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “Outside of the office. If you’re up for it.”
I nodded, thinking about Henley, her curves, sweet face, and fiery red hair. Plus, her smart mouth would prove more exciting than frustrating if she agreed to be ours. “Yeah, I’m up for it,” I said. “So what do you want to do?”
Maverick returned to his desk with a new pep in his step. “Take her to dinner.”
“Really?” I laughed. “You are such a fucking lush.”
“Yeah, perhaps.” He smiled, powering up the computer I had shut down. I sat on the edge of the desk again, watching him open his email. I’d sent him Henley’s information before the interview, so I knew he had it. We both knew she was beautiful and could be more to us than just a job, but proposing the deal to her would be difficult. I may have been hard on her, but she was still poised and sure of herself.
The other women we’d done this with before were nothing like her. They hadn’t had perfect grade point averages, dozens of internships, and credentials proving them proficient in law. The contract we used with them wasn’t even enforceable and wouldn’t hold up in any kind of court. Asking an ordinary person to sign was already a gamble, so to ask an educated person like Henley was a different story entirely.
Regardless, I wanted her. Her perfection frustrated me; women who could bring me to my knees had never been my favorite thing. During the interview, I’d wanted to make all the first moves, keeping her on the edge of her seat and keeping her at a distance. I’d so badly wished I could have hijacked the conference room and had her on the table. I knew Maverick wouldn’t have cared. Hell, he would have joined in.
I began fantasizing about muffling that smart mouth of hers as I tasted her, and then fucked her with my fingers and cock. I wanted to impale her on all my twelve inches, take her round breasts in my hands and watch them bob with all of my thrusts. I wanted to hear her scream and beg for more. And after I’d made her come three times, I dreamed of her begging to taste and suck me off until I blew my load.
Clearly, Henley was dangerous to me.
“We can take her to the usual spot and keep up appearances of a business dinner,” Maverick said, interrupting my fantasy.
I nodded, hoping she would agree to it. More than likely though, she would think she’d gotten the job and when she realized she hadn’t, I doubted she would agree to be literally fucked instead.
Damn, I’d never wanted anyone so much. If she worked with us, I would end up thinking about her nonstop. She looked like she could take me down and enjoy it. Visions floated through my mind of her sprawled across my desk, dripping in excitement. I imagined fucking her from behind while she sucked him off…
“Yeah,” I said gruffly, already praying she would say yes. Maybe she would be a good lawyer for us and hiring her would be a good idea.
But acquiring her would be an even better idea…
My fingers twitched at the thought of marking her with my lips and hands. I wanted to grip her plush hips so hard, she felt it in her blood.
“Did you send it?” I asked Maverick.
“Not yet.”
I turned to stare out the window. The afternoon sun had almost come down, turning the sky red and reminding me of Henley’s hair. I wondered if she looked the same between her legs—a real red head? There were so many fakes out there, it was hard to tell.
“Just sent it,” Maverick announced.
My chest fluttered. “Think she’ll respond?”
He shrugged. “It’s just dinner. She doesn’t know what we’re asking yet.”