Triple Jeopardy (Lawyers Behaving Badly Book 2) by Cleo Peitsche Read Free Book Online

across Jayne’s beautiful face. “If you were going to date one of the partners, who would you choose?”
    There was no way to answer that question safely, so Maisie simply didn’t reply at all. At the moment, she was really glad she didn’t blush easily.
    “Oh, come on. You went out and bought a new wardrobe. An expensive one. Your second day of work, you wore a dress that I know for a fact cost five grand.”
    Five grand? She’d never suspected. Maisie felt herself paling, and Jayne flashed a grin. “Excuse me for being gauche, but if you’re going to be a lawyer, you’d better get used to talking about money.”
    Maisie glanced down at her skirt and blouse. Like the dress Jayne had mentioned, it was one of the outfits that Trent had given her after she’d babysat a wealthy client overnight. Davina Ballystock. The poor woman was going through a messy divorce with a psychopath, who had disappeared. Last Maisie had heard, he’d resurfaced in California.
    “I bought a few nice things, to fit in better at the office.”
    Jayne made an amused clucking sound. “You’re trying to impress someone. Let’s see if I can guess. I think Trent is your type. Hell, he’s everyone’s type.”
    “He’s… all right,” Maisie said, hoping that sounded asexual and innocuous. “I don’t think of them that way.”
    How the fuck was she supposed to handle this? And maybe it was a test. Maybe someone else had noticed the way Maisie looked at her bosses…
    She had to say something to extinguish the scheming gleam in Jayne’s eye. “Trent is scary.”
    “Scary? Trent Banno?” Jayne laughed. “I… guess I can see it.” Her voice inflected upward, as if she were asking a question. “He’s intimidating in court; that much is indisputable. God, he’s brilliant. That man could work the angles on a straight line.”
    “Mrs. Donahue said…” Maisie trailed off, wondering if anything Mrs. Donahue had said was true. “Trent dumped coffee on some assistant because it wasn’t hot enough.”
    Jayne burst out laughing. “God, no. The assistant poured it on himself. And I know, because I was there. That guy was an idiot. And Mrs. Donahue is apparently a liar.”
    “I… she…” Maisie slumped in her seat. “She said the assistant had ‘ended up wearing the coffee’ and I assumed the rest. Well, she insinuated pretty hard. Maybe she should be the one applying to law school.”
    “Why would she do that? She makes more than I do. Stop changing the subject.” Cocking her head, Jayne treated Maisie to five long seconds of scrutiny. “So, if you had to choose one?”
    “I swear I haven’t thought about choosing one.” Technically true—she wanted all of them. “But I guess you would choose Ethan,” Maisie said, even though she didn’t want to know. But she had to get out of the spotlight. Ethan had made it clear that no one could know about their unique relationship. Maisie didn’t have as much to lose as the partners did… just her reputation.
    “Yeah,” Jayne said after a moment. She seemed eager to talk about Ethan, and given the circumstances, Maisie didn’t know how she felt about that. “He’s so… mysterious. Plus, you have to admit there’s something hot about a man who saved someone’s life. From what I heard, he didn’t hesitate even a second. God, he’s so—”
    “Why am I thinking you’ve dated a few firemen?” Maisie asked, desperate to steer the conversation toward guys who weren’t regularly fucking her in the office.
    “Not yet. But… big poles, and they know how to use their hoses.”
    Maisie clamped a hand over her mouth, but she was laughing. “Jayne!”
    Jayne was laughing, too. “I like you,” she said. “Once you loosen up, I bet we’ll have loads of fun. All my girlfriends got married or otherwise settled down. Tell me you don’t have a boyfriend.”
    Maisie shook her head.
    “Perfect. Actually… maybe I shouldn’t corrupt you, because I know a great guy. Six feet