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Miss Jones? If I allowed everyone to behave the way you did today in my courtroom and walk away from it, I would lose credibility.”
    Etta released a long sigh. “I’m sorry. You’re right.”
    “ Huh?” His head jerked back as if she struck him. “Did I hear a sincere apology and did you just agree with me?”
    Etta chuckled. “Don’t look at me that way. When I’m wrong, I’m wrong and I don’t mind owning up to it.”
    “ Then, I will accept your apology,” he returned her smile.
    She tried to taper the dizzying current racing through her. He was so disturbing to her in every way and she wasn’t sure she was ready to go down this road again. Attraction was one thing, but to allow herself to ever love again was another. She wasn’t sure she knew how to trust in love again.
    “ So tell me, Judge Kyou.”
    His grin turned to soft laughter. “I must still be asleep.”
    “ Excuse me?” Her head tilted in question.
    “ You're being amicable and you just called me by my name,” he pointed out.
    Slowly and seductively, her glance slid downward. He had a beautiful smile. She looked up to find his gaze riveted on her face and then it moved over her body slowly as if he was mentally peeling away her clothing. She wondered if the tell tale hardening of her dark nipples beneath her white blouse were noticeable.
    Neither spoke aloud about the awareness that was developing between them.
    She watched Keigo as he pushed himself up from his desk.

CHAPTER 3
     
    Keigo turned his back towards her and moved over to the aquarium on a stand next to the window. Lifting the little shaker of fish food from beside the tank, he sprinkled in some flakes to the koi fish.
    A reflective smile came to his lips.
    Why did he feel anxious? A light frown creased his brow. Another few minutes passed in silence with him watching the fish rudely crowding each other to pluck the food flakes from the surface of the water. Why was she being so quiet?
    He was amazed by her change of behavior. Since meeting her, he hadn't heard her be quiet for such a long period and it made him suspicious. Was she hoping he would let this matter go altogether? If so, she was not going to be happy about his plans for her. After thinking over the discussion he had with Marco, he realized having a chef at his disposal was the answer to his current problems.
    Turning to stare at her, Keigo got a nice view of her bottom. She was running her fingers beneath the leather straps of her sandals. A tender smile came to his lips. She really does hate wearing shoes. He shook his head and savored her upturned backside. Nice.
    Stupidly, he wondered if she had an aversion to underwear, along with her dislike of wearing shoes. From the outline of dark nipples, he saw a few moments ago, he was sure she seemed to have a dislike of bras. Keigo started fantasizing of her walking about the house completely void of all clothing. Damn. Why was he assessing her this way? What she wore or did not wear had no bearings on what he was about to propose. His interest was strictly in a professional capacity. She wasn't his type. His type was serious minded, big breasts red heads, like his wife.
    Keigo had to silently admit, there was no denying Etta Jones had a nice ass. His thoughts turned once more to the woman bent before him. He followed the outline of her skirt dipping between two full butt cheeks and wondered if she avoided underwear too or was she wearing one of those lacy thongs nestled between like dental floss? How could she be blessed so perfectly in the booty department, yet was nearly void in the breast department?
    “ Are you finished?” Etta voiced, craning her neck to catch him checking her out. Her lips twisted in a wry smile.
    Keigo turned, scratching a non-existing itch on the side of his nose. “I…I…” His face flushed red. What the hell were they talking about anyway?
    She crossed her arms in front of her. Lifting arched eyebrows at him in question, “So