Layla POV

  ‘You boys really thought you could outsmart me on this case prep?’ I said, leaning back in my leather chair, crossing my legs slowly so my pencil skirt rode up just enough to show the edge of my thigh-high stockings.

  The office lights were dimmed low, only the desk lamp casting shadows over the stacks of contracts and legal pads scattered everywhere.

  It was past midnight, and the building was dead quiet except for the hum of the AC and our breathing.

  Noah and Oliver sat across from me, their ties loosened, and their shirts unbuttoned at the collars, looking all smug until about five minutes ago when...