Sir, I know you said not to disturb you, but Mr. Pike’s wife is on the line for you. She said it was urgent.”

“It always is.” I sigh. “Put her through.”

Straightening my tie, I wait for the transfer.

I hear her breathe into the phone speaker. “Mrs. Pike, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“We need to talk. I have reservations at Wynega’s. Seven tonight.”

“You’re in town?”

“I flew in this morning. I apologize for such short notice and would like to say I’d understand if you have other plans, but this meeting really needs to happen tonight.”

I don’t like people demanding things from me. She’s lucky I wasn’t meeting up with Brooke or I’d tell her to fuck off.

“I’ll be there.”

“Good. Thanks. This is important, Mr. Hunter.”

The line goes dead, and I let out a frustrated growl. This meeting better not have anything to do with her hands and my ass or I’ll assign them to Maxwell. I owe that fucker, anyway.

I’ll admit, it’s unusual for her to request a dinner meeting on short notice.

Gathering up my belongings, I meet Brodie at the elevator and we ride down together.

“Where are you off to?” I ask.

“Home. Think I’m still feeling my hangover from the weekend.”

I laugh. He’s always been the good one. Never been a heavy drinker. Always eager to beat me at everything but never succeeding.

“Amateur.” I grin.

“Whatever. Did you fuck that hot piece of ass the other night?”

“Don’t call her that.”

He squints at me then waves his hand over my face. “Hello? Weston, bro, are you in there? Did aliens take over your body?” He chuckles.

“Smartass.” I shake my head. “She’s different.”

He stares. “Kryptonite pussy. It’s the only explanation for this.”

“What?” My brother may be book smart but sometimes I swear he’s an idiot. He says the weirdest shit.

“The one pussy that can bring you to your knees. It’s from Superman. Jesus Christ.”

I think about it for a second. Maybe he has a point. “Kryptonite pussy, huh?”

“Better get away now, before it destroys you.”

* * *

I make it to Wynega’s and arrive before Carol. I walk to the bar to enjoy a scotch while I wait. People-watching always fascinates me anyway. People are strange and stupid. That’s when I see her. Brooke with a middle-aged couple. They must be her parents.

Pulling out my phone, I snicker. I can’t resist the temptation to tease her.

Weston: Looks like you need some meat on that plate.

A moment later she gets up, walking in the direction of the bathrooms.

I finish my drink and place the rocks glass back on the bar.

Then, I stalk after my prey.

The bathroom door closes behind her and I wait a moment to see if anyone else comes out.

My phone vibrates in my pocket.

Brooke: Are you following me?

Weston: I’d call it fate, but you don’t believe in that…

I don’t wait for a response. I push the bathroom door open and find Brooke sitting on a padded bench that takes up the left wall.

She glances up and our eyes meet.

“Jesus Christ.”

I don’t allow her the opportunity to get another word out. I pull her up and into my body, claiming her mouth. After a few long seconds, our kiss breaks.

“I can’t seem to stay away.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. I’m meeting a client. Just wanted to kiss you.”

I turn to leave and catch her touching her lips in the reflection from the mirror. I smirk to myself. Maybe I have kryptonite cock.

When I go back to the bar, the bartender informs me my table is ready and my companion has arrived.

I follow the Hostess to the table, greet Carol, and take my seat. Brooke is on the other side of the dining room, and I don’t have a good view of her. It’s probably for the best. I don’t need any distractions right now. I don’t have a good feeling about this meeting.

Carol’s face is neutral. She’s usually all smiles and acts like she walks on sunshine.

“You seem different.”

“I’ve been reevaluating my life.” She takes a sip of water and looks at her lap.

“How do I factor into this?”

“You represent my husband and his interests. It’s important you have all the facts. He has a mistress. Not one of his usual flings. I think he may actually love this one. She’s having his child. I kicked him out on his ass, and I need to think about what I want for a change.”

Where the fuck is that server with my drink? I take a large drink of water and scan the room hoping someone will rescue me from this disaster.

“So, what do you want?”

“I want to ruin him.”

“And you expect me to help you? You know he’s my client. I shouldn’t be discussing any of this with you.”

“I’m hoping you’ll represent me. I stand to gain everything. I emailed you a copy of our prenup, he knows what’s at stake. I thought I could live with it but I can’t.”

This is a complication I wasn’t expecting.

“Why come to me with this? There are others who would gladly take your case.”

She extends her hand across the table and squeezes mine. “I think it’s pretty obvious. We could have everything we want and more.”

I slide my hand away, not sure how to play this whole thing. Technically, I represent his company, and if she’s set to gain a controlling interest… Fuck, this got complicated, not to mention she looks like she wants to fuck me on the table right now. Regardless, I have to tread carefully. It’s a huge account for my firm.

“I think you need some time to think. And you should know I can’t be bought.”

She laughs. “Please. You’re the most bought and paid for man in this city. And if you can’t handle it, I’ll find someone who will.”

“I guess I’ll see you in court then.”

Her red painted lips stretch into a broad and proud grin. “I knew you’d see things my way.”

“You aren’t understanding me. I’ll see you in court when I represent your husband. I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing but I’m nobody’s pawn. Good luck.” I push my chair out and leave her sitting alone with her mouth wide open.

Fuck, that family. They need to get their shit together over there. Goddamn billionaires always need a babysitter.

As I walk to my car I see Brooke getting into hers. I start to approach her, but stop myself, or she really might think I’m a stalker. I need to quit while I am ahead.

Fucking Pike. His marriage is complicated. A marriage of convenience and money. I know what the prenuptial agreement states. I advised him on it. It might make me an asshole, but he’s my client, and I have to do what best suits him. It’s why he pays me so damn well.

When I get in my car I dial his private line on speaker phone.

“Don’t tell me where you are or what you’re doing. Just be at my office tomorrow morning. I had a conversation with your wife.”

“Okay.”

I end the call and drive to my building.