Sleeping With the Enemy by Tracy Solheim Read Free Book Online

unsure he felt about how Bridgett would respond.
    “He did. Bridgett Janik is still onthe case.”
    Relief surged through Jay. Not wanting to have this conversation in front of Heath, he just nodded at Linc.
    “You sure she’s the lawyer for the job, though? She looked like she’d rather be defending a serial killer than her brother’s football team.”
    He shouldn’t have been surprised that his assistant wasn’t as circumspect. “She’ll be fine.”
    “She’s not exactly the ballbuster I thought she was,” Linc went on, ignoring Jay’s glare. “I mean, she was kind of emotional when she left your office.”
    Jay heard the weight bar clank into the stand as Heath dropped it none too gently.
    “I thought you were meeting some woman in Fells Point?”
    Linc checked his phone. “Yeah, I gotta hit the road. I just wanted to let you know that Princess Charlotte called.”
    Jay heaved a sigh. “She’s in the country?”
    “Worse. She’s on her way to Baltimore. And she wants to bring some friends to the season opener this weekend. She’s pretty insistent that you call her back. Said she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Too bad
she’s
not a lawyer, because she’s the definition of a ball buster.”
    Charlotte was that and a whole lot more. This day was just getting shittierand shittier.
    “Anything else you need tonight, boss?” Linc’s look was only slightly pitying.
    “No, at least one of us should enjoy himself tonight. Get out of here.”
    With a wave to both men, he made his way out of the weight room. Jay toweled himself off and was halfway to the showers when Heath spoke.
    “A princess, huh?”
    Jay didn’t bother responding. Let the coach think whathe wanted.
    “That might be useful to you if she has her own country you can hide out in,” Heath went on, his voice quiet but steely. “Because if you’re making Brody Janik’s sister ‘emotional,’ he won’t care who you are. He’ll kill you. Don’t even get sucked in by that cheesy smile of his.”
    “Thanks for your concern, Gibson, but you’re way off base.” Jay wasn’t worried about his glamour boytight end. He was more worried about what problems Charlotte was going to deposit on the doorstep of his penthouse.
    By the time Jay arrived home an hour later, the scent of Charlotte’s heavy perfume had already settled like a thick fog over his living room. The doorman informed him that she’d arrived thirty minutes earlier and it had taken everything he had not to hop back into his Jag andhead for points unknown. This day was definitely one for the book of all-time crappy days. Ignoring the woman lounging on his leather sofa, Jay headed straight for the liquor cabinet.
    “Hard day in the corporate sandbox?” Charlotte asked as she slowly shifted her long legs along the sofa. They were clad in thigh-high leather boots that likely cost more than Jay’s doorman made in a month. Apparentlyit was Jay’s lot in life to be surrounded by women who were attracted to the finer things. Since Charlotte was born with a trust fund that rivaled the budget of some small countries, her elitist nature wasn’t such a surprise.
    The rest of her was wrapped in a blanket of cashmere; the only other apparel visible was the three sterling silver bands that always dangled from her wrist. Her indigoeyes were artfully made up to look like she belonged in a sultan’s harem. Long auburn hair—so similar to her father’s—flowed over the cushions of the sofa.
    “Make yourself at home, Charlie,” he said sarcastically before taking a healthy swallow of Scotch. He let his gaze drift over the panoramic view of Baltimore’s Inner Harbor. It wasn’t the Manhattan skyline or the spectacular view from hishome in the foothills of Napa Valley, but the ships bobbing in the water always seemed to soothe him. Tonight, though, he wasn’t sure even the Scotch would relax him. “I take it you and your friends are finished running amok in Europe?”
    Charlie made