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Worth the Fight (MMA Fighter #1)(3)
Author: Vi Keeland

Chapter 3

Elle

A few days later, Regina buzzes into my office to tell me that William and Mr. Hunter are here for their eleven o’clock appointment. Of course, William is fifteen minutes early and me…I’m running late. I do my best to wrap up the case I’m working on quickly. I recognize I’ve been taking advantage of William lately, almost daring him to call me on my lies and lateness. But he doesn’t. He won’t mention that he caught me in yet another lie the other night when I said I had to work early, and I’m not sure if it’s because he doesn’t care or if he really is that polite.

“Thank you Regina, would you please show them to the conference room for me and tell them I’ll just be a few minutes.” I buzz back.

“Sure thing Elle.” Gigi responds back to me in her sex kitten voice, definitely not Regina. I smile, wondering if she is letting me know that they are not happy to be kept waiting and she is going to appease them, or maybe Mr. Hunter is a nice looking older guy who calls for Gigi to make an appearance.

It’s only a few minutes after the hour when I make my way into the conference room, which is early for me. I’m actually pleased with myself for being timely. William and his client both stand as I enter and I get the sudden urge to salute both men for some reason. My hands are filled with my coffee, notepads, cell phone, and laptop. I don’t even look up at the men until I have arranged my pile on the conference room table.

Regina comes into the conference room and purrs, “Can I get you gentlemen some coffee?” No sign of Regina, she’s still in Gigi mode.

I look up at William, half expecting to find a scowl on his face the way Gigi is pouring on her act so thick, but he’s smiling at me in his usual friendly demeanor.

“Elle, this is Nicholas Hunter.” William motions to the man sitting next to him.

I finally look up at the man sitting at William’s side and I’m startled at what I find. The man knocks the wind right out of my lungs. He is quite possibly the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. William, who is sitting right next to him, is no slacker in the looks department, but this man is everything that William isn’t. Tan skin, deep green eyes, unruly dark hair, and a rugged jaw frames the man who extends his hand to me.

“It’s Nico, nobody calls me Nicholas except this guy,” Nico motions to William with his thumb, “my mother, and my priest.” He reaches over the table and extends his large hand to me. My petite one gets lost in his and it feels like I’m shaking the hand of a man with a baseball glove on. His handshake is firm and warm and he looks directly into my eyes as he speaks, a slightly cocky smile on his face. I feel the warmth spread from our joined hands through my body and parts of me tingle as the heat finds its way to my most private of areas.

Nico. The sexy name matches the sexy man. It isn’t lost on me that it must kill William to call the man Nico, knowing he has such a befitting formal name available to him. But I think Nico matches the man before me much better than Nicholas. I’m staring at him, but not just because he is utterly gorgeous, I feel like I know him from somewhere. Even the name is familiar, Nico Hunter. I’m sure I know him from somewhere, but the appointment had been with Nicholas Hunter and that name didn’t ring any bells.

“Elle?” William calls my attention back to him. I hope I wasn’t staring for too long. And did I have my mouth hanging open too? That would just be rude.

“Nicholas, umm Nico, has an endorsement contract that he wants out of. My firm has taken a look at it, and it looks ironclad to us from a contract prospective, but we thought maybe you could apply the Weiland case to this.”

Interesting. Weiland was a case that I wrote a paper on in my last year of law school that was published. It was a big deal for a student to get published outside of law review, so I’m not surprised that William remembered the case. The case was about an athlete who had a three-year endorsement contract with a company that sold an energy drink when he signed the contract, but later merged with another company. The other company manufactured a drink that was marketed as a drink to mask the use of performance enhancing drugs. Weiland didn’t want to be associated with a company that touted masking performance enhancing drugs from testing. Unfortunately his contract was airtight. But in an ingenious move by his attorney, rather than sue alleging one of the contract terms was invalid, which he would have lost, they sued based upon a violation of the contract’s moral clause.

So Nico is an athlete of some sort? That’s not surprising by the way he looks. He’s a large man and I can tell he’s in great shape even with a suit covering his body. “Why don’t you give me a little background, Nico?”

I can’t wait to hear his story for some reason. It’s more than just for a prospective case, I’m curious who the man is in front of me.

Nico starts out by telling me that he is in mixed marital arts. I don’t really know what that entails, but I assume he means some sort of karate expert. As he talks I try to take some notes, but I find myself staring at him, unable to move my eyes to the paper to write. When he speaks, he looks directly into my eyes and it makes it even harder to break our gaze. I forget William is sitting right next to him. There’s no one in the room but me and the man with the deep green eyes who won’t give me a break from the intensity sucking the energy from my body.

Regina enters the room with coffee for our guests and I’m grateful for the break as Nico turns his attention to Regina to say thank you. When Nico turns his attention back to me, I glance up at Regina who looks back from the door then looks between me and Nico and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. I pretend to cough to cover my smile with my hand and William offers me his water. Always the gentleman.

Nico picks up where he left off and I take a minute to get a better look at his face before he locks my gaze with his again. I notice a small, healed scar above his left eye and another longer one on his right cheek. They are faint, like they’ve been there for years, but his tan skin color yields a lighter shade to scars, making them stand out more than they normally would. The scars make his face look even more rugged and somehow emphasizes the masculinity of his chiseled jaw. The face belongs to a strong man, a man I can’t take my eyes off of for some reason.

William speaks when Nico is done and his voice finally makes me remember that he’s in the room. I hope I wasn’t drooling while his client was speaking. I try to focus on William as he talks, but my eyes keep wandering back to Nico, who catches me each time. I see an ever so slight twitch at the corner of Nico’s mouth each time, secretly acknowledging that I’ve been caught.

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