LOGINAly LOVED THE sounds of a bustling law office. The phones ringing off the hook, the furiously righteous conversations that spilled out behind closed doors, the printers busily shooting out fifty-page briefs, the mail carts wheeling by as they dropped off court orders—this was all music to her ears. They were the sounds of people working hard.
View More“You know, Billy, you just have to go with your instincts,” Jason explained in response to the reporter’s question. “Something clicks, something comes alive inside you—feelings you maybe didn’t even realize you had—and you suddenly know you’ve found the right fit.”The reporter shifted eagerly in his chair at the opening Jason had just provided him. “Speaking of finding the right fit . . . you’ve led into my next topic. Women.”Jason laughed and folded his arms behind his head. “You guys are all the same. You always ask me about this.”“Can you blame us?” the reporter inquired with an innocent grin. “You’ve dated supermodels, a pop star, and many of the most beautiful actresses in Hollywood.”Jason nodded along with the list, obviously quite proud of his accomplishments.“And I think the only thing that gets more media coverage than the names of the women you date is the speed at which yo
Just the Sexiest Man Alive Page 8Without diverting their gaze, the secretaries parted so that Taylor could get a look at whatever it was that had so captivated them.A television.Taylor could barely hide her disdain. Oh, come on—he wasn’t worth this much fuss. Whether it was the patronizing tone of his assistant during their conversation the day before or the brazenly sexist bravado of “The Women of Jason Andrews!” article, she had recently found herself developing several preconceived notions about the actor she soon was going to be working with. And none of them could exactly be considered positive.She glanced over at the television, just in time to catch a quick montage of images of Jason Andrews flashing across the screen.“Where did you guys get this?” she whispered to Linda, not wanting to divert the larger group’s attention from such obviously imp
The deal was done as soon as Taylor saw the photographs the L.A. office emailed over. Just minutes from the beach, with a quaint little garden off the living room and cozy cream-and-brown Pottery Barn decor, the apartment was far better than anything else the legal assistant had shown her and easily worth the ten extra miles it would add to her daily downtown commute.Unfortunately on this night, however, the apartment’s charm was lost on Taylor as she stepped into the kitchen and set the copy of People magazine down on the black-speckled granite countertop. She threw the bouquet of flowers next to the magazine, not noticing as Daniel’s card slipped into its pages.She leaned against the far side of the counter and stared at the two dozen red roses with the same enthusiasm as if she were looking at a dead skunk.How ironic that in the five years they had been together, Daniel had never figured out that she didn’t even rea
Even to the likely detriment of their motions.And the possible harm that would then befall their client.Not to mention what she personally wanted.Not that she had any opinions on the matter. Really.But for the rest of the afternoon, Taylor had other, far more important things to worry about. And so, between the seventeen class member deposition transcripts she needed to review, and the eleven telephone arguments with opposing counsel over jury instructions, it was not until late that night, as she exhaustedly made her way to her front door, that she remembered the envelope Linda had handed her before leaving for the day.Research, her secretary had called it. She had smiled in amusement, thoroughly enjoying the new project.Given Linda’s mischievous grin, it was with dread that Taylor pulled the envelope out of her briefcase as she wal