Nikki strutted into the interview hallway, her heels clicking against the polished floors.
The cowboy who'd greeted her yesterday was now in a suit, looking every bit the charmer. He gave a low whistle.
"Well, goddamn. Hello," he drawled, his grin as wild as his spirit.
Her sharp eyes flicked to the ring on his finger. Married.
Off-limits.
She wasn't about to stir the pot with someone else's crying wife.
She liked her fun raw, unattached, and uncomplicated, unless, of course, divorce papers were already signed.
That thought made her chuckle softly.
"I'm here for the interview," she said, her tone cool but commanding.
As she spoke, she caught the glances of the women working in the small firm. Their envious stares scanned her up and down, but one in particular caught her attention.
This woman radiated bold energy, a short, boyish haircut framing her sharp features, a gray dress shirt tucked into tailored pants, and a small tattoo peeking behind her ear.
Multiple earrings glinted under the dim office lights.
Her gaze was fiery, burning with intent. When their eyes met, the woman bit her lip, her hand fumbling with the printing machine.
Before looking away, her lips mouthed a deliberate, "Oh yeah."
Nikki smirked, licking her lips subtly. Oh, she was definitely going to enjoy working here.
"Are you here for the paralegal or legal secretary position?" the cowboy asked, his gaze dipping briefly to her cleavage before snapping back to her eyes.
She arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "What do you think?"
He ran a hand down his mouth, smirking as if she were the answer to a question he hadn't dared to ask. "Follow me."
He led her to a large wooden door that practically radiated authority.
Inside was the very devil himself, the man she'd met by the pool.
Dressed in a tailored suit, exuding an air of power, he sat behind a sleek desk in a grand office that put even her confidence to the test. For a moment, she faltered, but only for a moment.
The corners of her mouth curled into a sly smile.
Yep, if she got the job, she'd enjoy every sinful second of it.
It was her turn to think, Goddamn.