Chapter 4

Jane's POV

The next morning, I dressed carefully and strode into Huxley Law Firm.

"Good morning, Ms. James," Hunter's secretary greeted me as I reached the executive floor. Though surprise flickered in her eyes, she maintained her professional demeanor. "Mr. Huxley is in his office."

When I entered, Hunter didn't look up. "What brings you here?" His tone dripped with condescension.

"Can't I stop by for a visit?" I leaned over his desk, deliberately flaunting my cleavage. "Especially after such an... eventful evening."

He finally looked up, his steel-gray eyes clinically assessing me. "Is this about Ryan's bribery case?"

He reclined in his chair.

"Not at all. I'm here to... discuss our feelings. Nothing work-related." I gave him a suggestive look and reached for his tie.

"Sleep with you one more time so you can show off in front of your friends and make a big profit?"

Hunter coldly brushed my hand aside, crossed his arms, and raised an eyebrow.

I gracefully moved around his desk, settled onto his lap, and whispered in his ear:

"Truth is, I was drunk that night. Some details are fuzzy... wouldn't mind a replay to refresh my memory..."

I clearly noticed Hunter's ears turning red, but he tried to push me away.

I draped myself against his chest, my fingers trailing along his perfectly sculpted neck to his jaw, then traced his lips teasingly.

"Come on, Huxley. Drop the act. That night you couldn't keep your hands off me, and now you're playing Mr. Virtuous?"

He shot me a brief glance before averting his gaze.

"Didn't you say yesterday that us sleeping together was just an adult game? What changed?"

I was fuming. Yesterday I'd finally regained some dignity, and here I was, crawling back to Hunter again to help Ryan.

I wanted to strangle Ryan. This was all his fault!

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here throwing myself at Hunter again.

But desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Look, we've already slept together. Why not give dating a shot?"

"Not interested," he said flatly, forcefully removing me from his lap.

I composed myself, turned gracefully, and crossed my arms with a calculated smile.

"Are you absolutely sure about that?"

This was infuriating - with my looks, my figure, my successful career and social status, not to mention all the eligible men pursuing me, yet I had to humble myself before this cold, difficult man.

Hunter ignored me and pressed his intercom. "Ms. Skye, please escort Attorney James to the payment office."

"Lawyer James, my rate is one hundred thousand per hour. Please make the payment on your way out." He raised his hand and glanced at the door.

"How amusing." A cold smirk played on my lips. "Don't worry, I'll pay the fee. While you're at it, have your secretary... pick up a couple boxes of condoms!"

I stood, shrugged off my black blazer, letting it fall onto his desk. As I walked toward the door, I began unbuttoning my white blouse.

His expression darkened instantly. He shot up from his chair, crossed the room in quick strides, and pinned me against the wall by the door. His gaze dropped to my black lace-covered chest before he quickly looked away. "What do you think you're doing?" His breath was hot against my ear. "Careful, Jane. You're playing with fire."

"Am I?" I reached for his belt. "Or are you recording this too, like you did with Ryan? Planning another lawsuit?"

The door suddenly opened. His secretary froze in the doorway, "I... I'm so sorry, Mr. Huxley..."

"Out!" Hunter thundered, maintaining his grip on me.

"Of course, Mr. Huxley. I didn't see anything."

The door clicked shut. Hunter's grip on my wrists tightened painfully.

Hunter's grip tightened around my wrists. "Maybe I should strip you naked and throw you out. Let everyone see who the great Jane James really is."

"You wouldn't dare," I challenged, arching an eyebrow, my gaze full of defiance.

Before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed my blouse with both hands and yanked it down!

In one swift motion, he unhooked my bra!

Just as he was about to pull it off, I snapped out of my shock and grabbed it, holding it in place.

"You bastard, you really dare to lay a hand on me."

Retaliating, I reached for his belt buckle with my free hand, yanking it hard. When the belt came loose, I caught a flash of something unfamiliar in his intense eyes.

A knock interrupted us. "Mr. Huxley? Your ten o'clock appointment is here."

"Stay out!" Hunter barked.

We stood frozen, our breaths intermingling, bodies pressed together in a twisted form of intimacy.

Finally, he exhaled deeply, released me, and said, "Fix your clothes."

I stepped back with a smirk. "Weren't you going to throw me out naked? What's stopping you now?"

I tugged at my loosened black lace bra.

Hunter shot me an icy look before returning to his desk, deliberately immersing himself in his paperwork.

I glared at that cold-hearted jerk, my jaw clenched. Just wait, I thought, one day I'll make you fall head over heels for me!

After quickly adjusting my clothes, I pulled open the office door and nearly ran into Mike Thompson, my former classmate, who was standing there with a stack of documents.

He raised his eyebrows when he saw me:

"What was going on in there? Is that why I couldn't come in?"

"What do you think?" I replied with a straight face, running my fingers through my messy hair.

"You've slept with him a second time? Remember, we need evidence before we pay out for the bet!"

"Well, thanks to your interruption, he couldn't perform. Next time, maybe think twice before knocking."

I dropped that bomb and walked away with satisfaction.

I could feel Hunter's eyes burning into my back, and I knew he must have become very angry...