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Felix may have been a dick, but I hoped he’d be more lenient once he found out an underage guest was sexually assaulted in his establishment. I couldn’t argue that it wasn’t worth a shot, but knowing Felix like we did, he wasn’t going to cooperate without a warrant.
“What are you doing?” Spike asked when I pulled out my cell phone.
“I’m calling Harley. It’s better we give her a heads up just in case.”
“Fine,” he approved with a nod. “I’ll give Delilah my card and let her know we’ll be checking in with her again soon. Find the doctor and ask him if he ran a tox screen on her. He didn’t mention it, but we still need to find out if she was drugged.”
three
Charlotte
“You look hot today,” Blaire said from the doorway, making my gaze jerk away from the paperwork spread along my desk. She stepped inside my office and took it upon herself to sit down in the chair in front of me, crossing her legs with a huge smile on her face. “Special occasion?”
I gave her a blank look and then stared down at my wardrobe. I’d chosen a white button-down and a black pencil skirt with matching heels. My jacket was draped across the back of my chair. My hair was up, wrapped tightly in a neat bun, and of course, I’d done my makeup.
“I always look like this.”
“No,” she said with a deep chuckle. “You don’t. At least not like this, anyway.”
I scoffed and offered her a tight glare. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
She gave me a watery smile in return. “All I’m saying is that you look good, Charlotte. Damn good. I know you’ve been through hell with the divorce. Now that it’s finally over and done with, you just look… I don’t know… Better. Happier.”
“Oh.” I leaned back in my seat, feeling bad for getting snappy with her. “Things have been hard, yes, but you’re right, I suppose I am somewhat happier.”
“Hey, Char,” Perry, our colleague whose office was right next to mine, said as he stuck his head in the door. “Boss wants to see you.”
I swallowed.
Oh, shit.
“Tell her I’ll be right there.”
A worried look flashed in Blaire's brown eyes as we both rose to our feet. She nervously ran her hands down her grey skirt to smooth out the wrinkles there. “Is everything okay?”
“I think so,” I answered, albeit I hadn’t the slightest fucking clue why the head honcho wanted to speak with me. This had really taken me by surprise. “Go on and go before you get in trouble. I’ll fill you in when we’re done.”
“Good luck.” Blaire turned away, pausing to stare back at me when she made it to the door. “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you Peter called.”
Shit.
I forgot he was coming to see me today.
“What did he say?”
“He said he had a few things to take care of but that he’d be here around 4-ish to see you.”
I nodded to that, and she gave me a look. Instantly I could sense her next words without needing to hear them.
“He’s my lawyer, Blaire. We’re not seeing each other.”
Blaire pursed her lips and lifted her chin at me like she wasn’t buying it, but instead of speaking her mind, she just turned away and left, leaving me standing there with knots in my stomach.
I drew in a deep breath and walked out the room, my hands sweating as I stalked toward Harley’s office. I knocked twice on the door and as her soft voice instructed me to enter, I complied and closed the door behind me. She stretched her hand to the chair in front of me as an invitation to sit.
This was unnerving. I hated how my muscles locked up and how I instantly felt like a baby doe coming eye to eye with a tiger in her presence. Harley Ford just had that effect on people. I may have been one of the best defense attorneys in Seaview Pines, but this woman practically ate, shit, and breathed her job. She was the best of the best, had won more cases than I could ever dream of winning, and most importantly, Harley did not fuck around. It was truly an honor to work under her wing and I’d learned a lot from her over the years. She rarely called me or any of the other attorneys to her office unless it was dire, so I couldn’t help but wonder what she wanted. Hopefully it didn’t have anything to do with Karl.
“So,” she started, shuffling through a few papers on her desk before she looked up and gave me a smile. “How have you been, Charlotte?”
