Free Girls' Guide to Flirting with Danger by Kimberly Lang Page B

clients could be convinced to go into rehab.Maybe one could pick a bar fight and get arrested? I’d be willing to make it worth their while.” Anything to end this. “And yours, too.”
    Manny seemed to ponder his words, then shook his head. “Dream on, Devin. You’re the media’s darling right now.”
    He felt more like the media’s bitch at the moment. And fortune’s fool. A strong mental slap brought him back to earth. He couldn’t get Megan off his mind because he’d never expected to cross paths with her again, much less twine his life with hers—however temporarily—and create a circus. The edge of frustration cutting him…well, that was just a side effect of the long, crazy hours he’d kept recently and the resultant celibacy caused by those long hours and ridiculous schedule. In a couple of weeks the hype around the book would die down, and life would return to normal.
    Megan had just landed in his life at exactly the wrong moment, and that was the reason for his headache.
    As Manny babbled on, he amended that statement. Megan wasn’t solely to blame for his headache.
    â€œLook, I have things to do today—other people’s marriages to dissolve, people who are depending on me to end their misery. In order to do that, I need to file papers before close of business. You, the book and the show will have to wait your turn.” He grabbed Manny by the biceps and hauled him to his feet. “In fact, I’m forbidding you to contact me—at all, in any way—until Monday. No email, no calls, no texts, no telegrams, not even a smoke signal from you until noon Monday. It will give you plenty of time to think of something else.”
    â€œBut, Devin…”
    â€œNo buts. If I hear a peep out of you before twelve noonMonday—not eleven fifty-nine, twelve—you’re fired. Understand?”
    Manny sputtered, but Devin was feeling pretty good as he guided Manny to his office door and out into the hallway.
    â€œDevin—”
    â€œThis is the only warning you’re going to get. Not a word from you.”
    They passed Kara, one of his paralegals, in the hall, and she dissolved into giggles as Devin frog-marched Manny to the reception area. “Kara, do me a favor and look up the termination clause in Mr. Field’s contract.” He tossed the words over his shoulder. “We might need it.”
    â€œOf course, Mr. Kenney. I’ll get right on that.”
    In the tasteful, designed-to-impress reception area, he released Manny’s biceps. “I’ll talk to you Monday. Enjoy the long weekend.”
    Manny merely nodded, and Devin choked back a laugh. Manny’s silence, however coerced, was both amusing and welcome. In fact, the prospect of an entire Manny-less weekend improved his mood considerably and he felt almost chipper as the door closed behind his overzealous agent.
    His receptionist was openmouthed in shock when he turned around. She closed her mouth with a snap, but the smirk of satisfaction had him wondering how much his staff had resented Manny’s constant intrusions on his office—and therefore everyone’s time. A couple of his junior attorneys, several paralegals and a few secretaries—also wearing looks of amusement and satisfaction—lined the hallway as he made his way back to his office. “Now that we’re less distracted, let’s see if we can’t get something accomplished today.”
    On that note, everyone disappeared into their offices and cubicles.
    Blissful silence awaited him as he closed his office door behind him. He should’ve threatened to fire Manny months ago.
    But as he started working his way through his in-box, an earlier thought kept pushing its way to the forefront of his concentration. Megan obviously needed money. Whatever her internship was paying, it was barely enough to keep a cat alive. Maybe she could benefit from this