Guilt would have made the most sense—if she had a conscience. But if she had no emotions, she certainly had no conscience, either.
Then she stepped closer to him as she passed through the door he’d been holding open for her. And her hair brushed across his throat. The scent of it—like cool rain—filled his senses while the silky touch of it had his skin tingling. He dragged in a deep breath, and she filled his head.
She was so damn beautiful with her eerily pale blue eyes and deep red hair. She had to be at least half-Irish—like he was—with that hair. It was too rich a color to be dyed, richer even than his, which was more brown than red. Like her eyes, her skin was pale, too, and flawless like porcelain. She didn’t even seem real. She looked like one of those dolls people didn’t dare touch.
His mother had had a doll like that, one she’d never taken out of the box because she hadn’t wanted to devalue it. It was the only thing she’d taken with her when she’d left New York City for the brighter lights of Hollywood. That doll had had red hair and porcelain skin just like Allison’s.
He expelled the breath he hadn’t even realized he’d still been holding. That breath stirred her hair, and she shivered. As cold as she seemed, he would’ve thought she was immune to it. But then his breath would have been hot—not cold.
Trev was hot-blooded and hotheaded. So maybe it was good that he’d had the weekend to cool off, or he wouldn’t have been able to hide his anger from her.
She glanced up at him, those pale eyes narrowed with suspicion. So maybe he wasn’t doing as good a job hiding his emotions—or his attraction to her—as he’d thought. But then she passed him and approached the conference table near the windows of his office.
His partners stood and not particularly out of manners because a lady had entered the room. Stone and Ronan probably didn’t trust themselves to be anywhere near her after what Trev had told them.
The only one of them who truly possessed manners was their managing partner. They were so ingrained in Simon, like his charm, that he held out a chair for her. As she sat down, he said, “We’ll leave you two to your meeting now.”
And Allison’s brow furrowed slightly.
Ronan didn’t even look at her as he passed around the other side of the conference table. He was not good at hiding his emotions. His body fairly vibrated with anger. As he passed Trev on his way out the door, he murmured, “I hope you know what the hell you’re doing.”
He wasn’t certain that he did. But he forced himself to grin like he had it all under control.
Stone slapped his shoulder as he passed him. Trev wasn’t sure if the slap was encouragement or recrimination, but he nodded at him.
Simon was the one who paused the longest in the doorway and stared up at Trev. He emitted a heavy sigh and murmured, “I don’t know how I didn’t see it.”
And it was killing him that he hadn’t, especially now that it was so obvious.
She had to be the mole.
Knowing it wasn’t enough—they needed to be able to prove it. And Trev had taken it upon himself to do that using whatever means necessary.
“Good luck,” Simon said as he stepped out the door and closed it for Trev.
Allison rose from the chair in which Simon had seated her and pivoted on one high heel, her navy blue dress billowing out around her long, slender legs as she turned toward him. She must not have liked having her back to him.
Trev could relate. As a kid living on the streets, he’d known to always keep his back to the wall, so nobody could sneak up on him.
Somehow Allison McCann had managed to sneak up on all of them. How had they never suspected her?
Was it because she was so gorgeous? Hell, she wasn’t just beautiful. She was damn near perfect. Like a ballerina, her body looked delicate but strong, her muscles defined. She was probably a runner.
But no matter how fast she was, she wasn’t going to outrun him.
Trev was going to catch her. He had the mole, and she was not going to get away from him. She was not going to get away with what she’d done.
TREVOR SINCLAIR’S OFFICE was huge, but when the door was closed, shutting her inside and alone with him, it felt small. And Allison felt trapped.
It wasn’t just his physical size that overwhelmed her. She was tall, too. He was even taller, well over six feet. And he was muscular with shoulders so broad that he probably had to turn sideways to get through doorways. The only thing bigger than his size was his personality. He had a deep, booming voice that resonated inside a courtroom and outside it. He also had an energy about him, a restlessness that made Allison restless, too.
She hated that restless feeling even as much as it, and he, fascinated her. Or maybe that was why she hated it—because she didn’t want to be fascinated. And she certainly didn’t want to be attracted to him.
“I thought this meeting was with all of the partners,” she said, glancing at the closed door, willing the others to return. Sure, she had been outnumbered with the four of them, but she’d liked her odds better with all of them than with being alone with Trevor Sinclair.
Admittedly, it wasn’t just him she didn’t trust. She didn’t trust herself.
He shook his head, and his hair brushed across the collar of his black shirt. His hair was too long. Her fingers itched to run them through the dark auburn strands. He looked more like a rock star than a lawyer.
But then as a lawyer, he was a rock star. The minute he stepped into a courtroom, he commanded all the attention. He played it just like a rock star played the stage.
“My meeting was with all the partners,” he said. “Your meeting is with just me.”
Just me...
Nobody would ever refer to him as just him. He was so much more, and she had no doubt that he knew it, that he was fully aware of how damn handsome he was. Like a rock star, he had fans of his work as a lawyer and his prowess in the bedroom. She’d heard stories about him as well as his partners. They were legendary lovers.
Her skin heated at the thought of Trevor Sinclair touching her, of him stroking his big hands over her body. Of his lips moving over hers.
He didn’t have the thin lips so many other men possessed. Trevor’s lips were full and wide and moved easily into big, wicked grins. How would they feel against hers? Or on other parts of her body?
She suppressed a shiver, just like she’d tried when she’d felt his breath touch her hair moments ago. His breath had been hot and scented with coffee and something sweet, probably from the tray of goodies sitting in the middle of the conference table.
He must have noticed her glance at it because he gestured at that tray as he moved toward her. His legs were heavily muscled, too, his thighs straining against his
