There’s another pause. Charming he may be, but I’m going to make this guy work for it.

“So…am I forgiven?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe. Okay. I’ll take that,” he says, chuckling softly. “And now this is the part where I ask you to keep that maybe-forgiven part in mind, and agree to meet with me tomorrow to discuss that plea bargain you wanted to talk about this morning.”

I sit up, put my glass on the coffee table, and say, “I don’t know.”

“Please.” When he says the word, there’s a plea to his tone, and that starts to weaken my resolve. “I won’t screw around. I’ll be there whatever time you say. I swear.”

I pause, thinking. I can hear him breathing.

Ben wanted me to throw the book at him, but I have this nagging feeling that I don’t know the whole story here. And the lawyer in me has to know what it is.

“Okay, be at my office at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll be there. Thank you, Melissa.”

“You’re welcome. And, Grayson?”

“Yes?”

“This is your last chance. Don’t screw it up.”

Chapter 7

“Grayson Knight is here to see you,” my assistant, Jill, says over the intercom.

I press down on the button and say, “Send him in.”

I grab Grayson’s case file and my notepad and pen and take them with me to the small meeting table I have in my office. Putting the file on the table, I take a seat on the chair that faces the door.

When the door opens, revealing Grayson, I have to hold in a breath to stop from gasping.

Holy shit, he looks amazing.

He’s incredibly handsome. Like, out-of-this-world handsome. He’s wearing a closely fitted black suit. And as I take in his size, I assume that it must have been tailored to fit him like that.

“Hey,” he says, smiling at me. His teeth are dazzling.

I force my brain to function. “Hi. Great. Uh, take a seat,” I say, gesturing to the chair across from me.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” I ask as he sits. This gives me time to compose myself.

“Water would be good.”

I go over to the mini-fridge I keep in my office and grab two bottles of water. “Bottle okay, or would you like a glass?”

“Bottle’s fine,” he says, giving me another smile.

Jesus, stop smiling at me. And stop looking so damn hot.

I hand him his water and take my seat. Grayson unscrews the cap and takes a drink. I can’t help but watch as he swallows that water down. The way his strong neck works on the movement. He lowers the bottle from his lips, catching me staring. Then his tongue darts out to catch the drops of water on his lips.

Holy mother of God.

That tongue…I wonder how it would feel to have his tongue on my…

I press my thighs together.

Stop it, Mel.

I force myself to look away and down at my file.