Dalton, Tymber - Doggy Tales [Doggy Tales] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Tymber Dalton Read Free Book Online

with the attorney, he opened his briefcase and handed her a bulging manila envelope.
    “I’m to give this to you now. The Feds will most likely seize his assets when they file the RICO charges, so I suggest moving sooner rather than later. This should help you get started again.”
    She wanted to open it, but thought better of it and tucked it in her purse. “Thank you.”
    The attorney eyed her. “I never said this, but if you can find a new apartment and job somewhere else—anywhere else—it might not be a bad thing for you.”
    She met the attorney’s steely gaze. “I never said this, but I already had the same idea.”
    He smiled. “I knew you were smarter than Lester thought you were.”

    * * * *

    Halfway to her car, a male voice called her name. “Ms. Pangborn? Genna Pangborn?”
    Christ! She was sick of reporters and knew from experience if she ignored them it was almost worse than turning and giving them a no comment .
    She turned to find the golden-eyed man from the courtroom striding toward her. Damn, he was big! Well over six feet, broad shoulders. He looked like his tailored suit was sprayed on his hard body.
    “Yes?”
    He stopped a respectable distance away. “May I talk with you for a moment?”
    “I’m sorry, but I have no comment.”
    “I’m not a reporter.” His calm, deep voice screamed confidence.
    She looked around. The area was well populated, and hopefully someone would call 911 if she yelled for help.
    As if reading her thoughts, he dropped his voice. “I just need a moment of your time.”
    Genna eyed him. “Who are you, and how did you know my name?”
    He slowly reached into his jacket and withdrew a business card, extending his arm across the void to her, forcing her to move a step closer to accept it.
    “My name is Jeremy Bruin.”
    She glanced at his card. Bruin and Associates, Consultants . With a local Tampa address.
    “What do you want, Mr. Bruin?”
    A half smile caressed his face, turning his strong jaw into a soul-melting, mouth-watering, heart-tripping sight. “I need an administrative assistant.”

    * * * *

    He made no reference to being an “associate” of Lester’s. In fact, she got the distinct impression Bruin didn’t think much of her unofficially ex-boyfriend.
    Lester hopefully wouldn’t figure that factoid out—that he was ex —for fifteen to life. She wouldn’t know for sure until after the sentencing hearing though.
    Bruin’s cell phone rang. He hesitated after answering and said to Genna, “Can you come to my office at ten Monday morning for an interview?”
    She nodded, still captivated by his eyes. In the sunlight they shifted from butterscotch to amber to gold and back.
    “Thank you. I’m sorry to be so rude, but this is an important call. See you Monday at ten, Ms. Pangborn.”
    He strode away talking, his powerful legs disappearing into a firm ass that…
    She shook her head. Sleeping with the boss was what got her in this fucking mess in the first place.
    Never again.
    Ten minutes later, Genna sat in her car, waiting for the AC to cool it down in the scorching Florida heat. She stared at Bruin’s card.
    Couldn’t hurt to talk to him. Right?

    * * * *

    Genna easily located the large, four-story building near Raymond James Stadium. Well-maintained and tasteful landscaping highlighted the grounds. Apparently the entire building belonged to Bruin and Associates.
    Inside the cool and tastefully decorated lobby, Genna started toward the reception desk when a massively large black and silver dog padded around the counter and stopped in front of her. His shoulders had to be as high as her waist, and she was a respectable five eight. His large grey eyes terrified her. Did she think he was a dog? He looked like a wolf.
    The receptionist laughed. “Don’t worry. He’s friendly.”
    When Genna was four, a stray dog attacked her. At the time it looked to be as big as this one, but she knew that was due to her relative size. Thirty stitches and