Object Me: A Bad Boy Lawyer Romance by Roxy Sinclaire Read Free Book Online

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    “I’m going to take you to your home, okay?” I added feeling the need to announce every action like she was a toddler.
    She nodded, but her mind seemed somewhere else.
    My driver stepped out, but I motioned him back. Normally, I would stand curbside and wait for his assistance. But right then, in that moment, protocol didn’t matter, I just needed to get Yvette away from the building.
    I opened the door and helped her get in.
    Yvette sat as far as possible from me on the long bench seat in the back of the limo. The distance between us was as chilled as the top of a ski hill. This was not acceptable. Women didn’t run from me: they flocked to me.
    “Where to?” My driver, Bruno, asked in his patented gritty voice. Even though he had a gorilla of a name, Bruno was a small petite man. I imagined that he could have been a ballerina had he been born another gender. Only his gruff voice matched his name.
    “What’s your address?” I questioned Yvette slowly.
    She rattled off a few numbers and a street name in a small voice while haphazardly playing with her nails.
    Bruno eyed me through the mirror for confirmation.
    I mouthed the word “Home.”
    He nodded that he understood and rolled up the partition between us.
    I reach a hand toward Yvette, suddenly feeling like a complete ass for the way that I had treated her earlier. I may have been deemed Mini Hanson, but I didn’t want to be like my father in that regard. I didn’t want to make the girls cry like the nursery rhyme Georgie Porgie .
    She recoiled, nearly curling the length of her body into a ball against the door.
    I didn’t like that one bit. In that moment I became determined to get the skittish woman to open up.

Chapter 7
    I f I hadn’t felt like every dream that I had strived for had burst into flames, then I would have been impressed by Dylan’s plush limousine and driver. The man really knew how to ride in style, but my heart still hurt.
    Once the gravity of what had just taken place hit me, I couldn’t move, let alone drive. I couldn’t stop crying long enough to see my feet or my hands in front of my face. Attempting to drive a car would have been an unmitigated disaster.
    When I looked up from the bench and saw Dylan standing in front of me, I was ready to walk myself right into a padded room. I thought maybe he was a hallucination, but then he took me into his arms, and I knew he was real.
    “You can scoot over a little closer.” Dylan said with an outstretched hand.
    I’m sure that he wanted me to place my hand into his, but he had said some hurtful things to me earlier. While I was tempted by his gesture, I was still unsure.
    “That’s all right.” I replied before scooting as close to the door as I could without falling out onto the street. That would have been horrific, but a perfect ending to the strange day. I shook away the images of me being flattened by traffic and tried to focus on the situation at hand. On the bright side, both of my bosses had thought that I was great. On the downside, they had both assumed that I would be a great lay before I would be a great lawyer.
    After a few minutes in the car, my tears had subsided and only the feeling of defeat hung around me.
    Dylan scooched across the leather, ignoring that I had purposely kept away from him, and placed a hand on my thigh.
    If I could have shot daggers out of my eyes, he would have been full of holes.
    “Whoa. I surrender.” Throwing his hands into the air comically, Dylan chuckled but kept his position right next to me.
    His eyes brightened and a not so deep dimple appeared in his left cheek.
    A smile itched at my lips.
    “Go ahead and smile. You know you want to.” He winked.
    “No I don’t.” I replied in my best sad voice. I sounded like a pouty two-year-old.
    “Hey. Come on over here.” A grin spread across his mouth. “I promise that my shoulder is just as comfortable as the door, maybe even more so.” He moved his arm around my shoulders. I