He laughs softly. “Sweetheart, you don’t want me on the other side of a negotiating table.” Him calling me sweetheart with half-amusement, half-affection sends lovely shivers along my spine, but I’m not ready to give in or deviate from my plan. “We have a non-fraternization policy at work.” And if we don’t, we should, starting now, given how much Alexandra seems to disapprove of— “No, we don’t.” He smirks. “I already checked.” “Maybe you missed it.” “I’m a lawyer. I don’t miss things.”
