Legally Yours (Spitfire, #1)

by Nicole French

“Finishing a brief” was the legal equivalent of telling someone you needed to wash your hair or walk your dog. Unfortunately, for all the promise Steve showed as a cutthroat attorney, he never seemed to clue into basic social cues from women.

It wasn’t that I was into the wrong gender either. No, I was definitely interested in men, but they just couldn’t seem to keep me focused long enough to enjoy myself. I’d become distracted by the lighting, the uncomfortable chafing between bodies, or the weird shape of my partner’s nose.

“Skylar Crosby?” he asked quickly.

Rare name or not you could not have possibly guessed this on the first try.

“Manolos,” he said, holding up one of my prized pumps. “The lady has expensive taste.” “The lady has only one pair,” I responded sadly. “So I hope you’re not going to throw them in the fire.”

“Jesus Christ, Crosby. Only you would turn a potentially priceless networking opportunity into a way to turn one of the most powerful people in Boston into a shoeshine boy.”

“Are you planning to continue working for me?” I paused. “No. Am I being offered a job again?” “No,” Sterling echoed.

“Should we establish a rate, Mr. Sterling? A Harvard brain like mine doesn’t come cheap, you know. What’s the going rate for summa cum laude?”

“Our toaster was getting more action than you. And we don’t even eat that much toast.”

There’s nothing like a breakup to jumpstart personal ambition.