conventional brother. But hell, a woman like Toni could talk a man into just about anything.
The front door opened and Jonas looked up to see Q strolling through the door.
“Hey, man. What’s up? We going or not?” Jonas bolted toward the door, pressing a finger against his lip.
“What? What’s going on?”
“Um, nothing. Let’s go.” He ushered Quentin back out the door.
“Wait. What about your clubs?”
“I’ll borrow yours.”
Quentin jerked back with an incredulous stare. “I don’t have clubs. I use yours.” He tried to push his way back into the penthouse. “What’s going on? What are you trying to hide from me?”
“Nothing,” Jonas lied. “Let’s go. I’ll buy a new set at the clubhouse.” With one final shove, Q sailed out of the door while Jonas marched behind him, pissed.
Toni was sore all over.
The morning after her biking accident, she woke up a little stiff; but by Monday, muscles she had long forgot about ached to the point that she could barely move.
She had to end this relationship before it killed her.
“Toni Wright to see Jonas Hinton,” she informed Michelle, who once again seemed like a one woman show as she typed, talked and strolled through her day planner.
“I don’t have you on the calendar,” she said dully, and then continued ordering what sounded like office supplies.
“I know, but I’m sure Mr. Hinton would like to see me.”
Michelle ignored her.
“Ma’am?”
“Hold, please.” She punched a button on the console and lifted up her narrowing gaze to Toni. “Ms. Wright, let’s clear up some confusion. I know the name of this company is Hinton Enterprises, but make no mistake that this is my office. I run things here and I run a tight ship. And as part of that tight ship, I’ve implemented certain rules and procedures.”
Toni retreated as the woman’s voice rose sharply.
“I like rules and procedures, Ms. Wright. It has a way of making my life easier and therefore makes me happy. And if I’m happy, then you can rest assure my boss is happy, as well.” She drew a deep breath. “Now. What have we learned?”
Toni was actually afraid to speak, but when it was clear that Ms. Gunn was growing impatient for her answer, she spoke timidly. “That you like rules and procedures.”
“And?”
“And...If I want to see Mr. Hinton, I need to call and make an appointment.”
Unbelievably a smile curled onto the assistant’s face, transforming her into a very attractive woman. “Now. Would you like to make an appointment?”
“Sure.”
Michelle faced her computer again and tapped a few keys. “You’re in luck. He has an eleven-thirty available. Shall I add you in?”
“If it’s not too much trouble.”
“Don’t be silly. That’s why I’m here-to help.”
As Jonas marched through the doors of T&B Entertainment with his no-nonsense lawyer, Patsy Nelson, at his side, he promised himself that he would be on his best behavior. In business, lawsuits were commonplaced, but that didn’t mean that Jonas was in the habit of losing.
On the contrary.
He prided himself for having the best legal team money could buy-which is where Ms. Nelson came in. Though he and the buxom attorney had a brief personal history, one dating back to before his meeting Ophelia, they had since kept everything strictly professional.
There were a few signs from Patsy that hinted she was open to picking things up where they’d left off. He’d even been tempted once or twice since his failed engagement to take her up on her offer, but so far, he’d refrained.
Now, whenever he looked at her, he couldn’t stop himself from comparing her to another attractive attorney-one that had a pair of legs out of this world—and was currently dating his brother.
Not that he cared.
Meanwhile, he had a lawsuit to win. And the only way he could get down to the bottom of Ms. Gibson’s lawsuit was to talk to her former employers. Marcel and Solomon.
“She’s suing