Pushing the Boundaries (Picking up the Pieces #3)

by Jessica Prince

  A few months ago, Emmy had hired a new waitress at her diner, Virgie May’s. Charlotte. Just saying her name was like a curse word for me. I absolutely hated that girl. She had everyone fooled into thinking she was this disgustingly sweet, innocent little Southern belle, but I totally knew better. She was a freaking viper just waiting to strike.

  Jeremy had taken one look at the delicate little flower and was totally sprung. The two of them were practically sewn together at the hip, and it was enough to make me want to hurl.

  Honestly, I wanted nothing more than for Jeremy to be happy. I was still completely in love with the guy, and always would be, but it was my own actions that had driven us apart and kept us that way for all these years. I knew that one day he’d meet someone who would take him away from me for good.

  I just didn’t want it to be her. I just knew there was something shady about Charlotte, the Southern Sweetie. It wasn’t like I had any tangible proof that she was a raving bitch or anything. It was more of a gut feeling that had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she was dating Jeremy…really.

  When she had first been hired on last summer, things started off pretty well between us. I’d had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn’t all that she seemed to be, but I’d just brushed it off as no big deal. When she and Jeremy had started to hang out, I’ll admit that it had chapped my ass a little, but I’d tried to pull an Emmy and be the bigger person. I never realized how hard that was going to be.

  About a week into her and Jeremy’s relationship, she had turned straight-up frosty toward me. One night when we had all gone to Colt’s, Lizzy had gotten a little sauced and spilled the beans about my relationship with Jeremy, but it wasn’t as if I’d been actively trying to break them up. In my opinion, I’d done a pretty excellent job at faking a crapload of happiness for them. But once she found out that Jeremy and I had a past, she cut off any advances I had tried to make toward friendship.

  When we were out as a group, she’d do her best to keep Jeremy away from me. It wasn’t out-and-out obvious to the rest of the group, of course. She would be sneaky about it. She’d stay to one side of the group and that always happened to be the opposite side of wherever I was. Considering she was Jeremy’s new girlfriend, it didn’t take a genius to figure he’d follow her wherever she went.

  If an opportunity ever arose where Jeremy and I were able to actually have a conversation, she always had an excuse to leave, or she’d need his help with something so that he’d have to walk away from me. And I never missed the evil little smirks she shot at me when the others weren’t watching.

  Jeremy having a girlfriend hurt like a son of a bitch, but as long as we remained friends, I knew I’d just have to suck it up. I’d made my own bed, and I was willing to lie in it.

  Charlotte trying to take him away from me completely was not going to fly though. I needed to figure out a way to out her as the devious little skank she really was without making it obvious to all of my friends. I just hadn’t figured out how to pull that one off yet.

  Channeling all my frustrations into my piece of shit computer, I hauled my leg back and kicked the living hell out of the unit under my desk. “Ha-ha!” I cried out as the damn thing started back up. I quickly hit the Save button before the computer decided it hated me again and lost all my hard work.

  “You sure showed it, didn’t you?” came a voice from behind me.

  I let out a startled squeak and spun around to see who was in the doorway of my office. Standing in all of his six-one, lean muscled, GQ cover model glory in a three-piece suit was the newest attorney hired on at Pruett & Carter, Attorneys at Law—Benjamin Bennett III.

  Growing up in a house with a lawyer as a father had made me swear up and down that I would never be involved in the legal field in any way, shape, or form. But when my best friend, Emmy, had started having complications with her pregnancy and Luke hadn’t been in the picture, I couldn’t imagine leaving her to deal with things alone, so I’d packed up after graduation and moved back home to help her.

  From spending summers helping out at my father’s firm, I’d picked up a thing or two, so it hadn’t been difficult to get a job. But imagine his shock when I’d turned down a well-paying paralegal position at Morgan & Carls LLP in Houston to take one for half the salary at Pruett & Carter, but I’d had my reasons. First, P&C was located in Cloverleaf, so I was never too far away from Emmy if she ever needed anything. Second was because I’d spent my entire life being Robert Morgan’s daughter, and I would be damned if I was going to spend one more day of my life stuck under that man’s thumb.

  The money hadn’t mattered to me. I’d gotten a hefty inheritance from my grandmother on my dad’s side when she passed away, so I was set financially. What mattered to me was my pride and self-worth. I’d managed to come out of the Morgan household relatively unscathed despite my mother’s efforts to shoot my confidence down at every turn, and I was going to make damn sure I stayed that way.

  I loved my life and my friends, and they loved me. They were what mattered, and after a childhood where everything was conditional, finding a group of friends who loved me unconditionally was all I needed.

  So, I took the job at P&C, working directly for Mr. Pruett, and I couldn’t have been happier with my decision. Bradford Pruett was in his late sixties and had the disposition of Santa Claus—and the belly to go along with it. He treated me as an equal, not a slave, and he showed all his employees the same amount of respect he would expect in return.

  I truly believed I had the best boss in the world—until that moment when my computer breathed its last breath, let out a creepy groan, and died on me completely.

  Thank God I saved that shit first.

  Mr. Pruett really needed to invest in new computers.

  “I think you killed it,” Benjamin said as he tried to hide his smile.

  My cheeks grew red at having the attention of such a fine specimen. I knew I was relatively attractive with my honey blonde hair and eyes that almost matched. I never really lacked for dates, but the only man who I ever really paid any attention to was Jeremy. And while I found Benjamin to be at least mildly attractive, he was night to Jeremy’s day.

  Jeremy was all manly man with grease under his nails from working on cars, and big, brawny muscles from a lifetime of manual labor. It was obvious Benjamin hadn’t worked with his hands a day in his life.

  Jeremy would never be caught dead in a three-piece suit. If it wasn’t ripped jeans and a flannel or T-shirt, he wasn’t going to bother with it. His carefree attitude about his appearance was only one of the many things that I loved about him.

  But Benjamin was the type of man my parents always wanted me to bring home—well mannered, highly educated, and pedigreed. I wasn’t used to attracting attention from men like him. My mouth had a tendency to run them off before they got the chance to get to know my sparkling personality.

  “Um…yeah. I think it’s safe to say there’s no bringing this one back,” I said as I waved my hand at the computer I’d just murdered. “I think it might be time for the firm to upgrade.”

  I tried to smile back at him, but I was suddenly embarrassed that I’d been caught taking my anger out on my PC.

  His face finally broke into a full-blown smile, showing his perfectly straight, brilliant white teeth. “Yeah, that has to be it. It couldn’t possibly be because you went Ali on it.”

  Is he flirting with me? He couldn’t be. There was no way a man like him looked at a woman like me. I might have grown up in a country club household, but I was so far from the typical white-collar persona that it wasn’t even funny.

  “Sorry about that, Mr. Bennett. I know it wasn’t very professional—”

  He held up his hand to cut me off. “Please, just call me Ben. Mr. Bennett makes me feel like my old man. And as far as the computer killing goes, I’m right there with you. I wanted to throw mine out the window earlier.”

  I smiled up at him, feeling some of my embarrassment melt away.
“Yeah, well, welcome to P&C where the people are fun to work with, but the electronics are one step up from DOS.”

  He leaned against the doorjamb to my office and crossed his arms over his chest. I couldn’t help but think that he was wrinkling his expensive suit. But damn, if he didn’t look good while doing it. The stance made his sleeves pull tightly across his well defined biceps, and I felt the ridiculous need to reach out and squeeze them.

  “Yeah, I’m quickly discovering that the people make this a wonderful place to work,” he replied with a mouthwatering grin.

  Yep, he’s flirting.

  I sat frozen in my swivel chair as Ben’s eyes roamed over my body. It wasn’t in that creepy, stalkerish way that made a woman feel violated, but it was still obvious that he was checking me out.

  I started to feel that tingly, excited sensation that happens when a woman notices how attractive a man really is. I was normally known for my quick and cutting responses, but for some reason, Ben had me tongue-tied. I couldn’t find my footing when he looked at me like that.

  “Um…thanks, I guess?” Fucking brilliant, Savannah!

  He let out a low, rumbling chuckle that I felt deep down in my belly.

  “So, you have any big plans for the evening?” he asked casually.

  We’d never had a conversation that lasted longer than it took us both to say good morning or good night. Feeling out of sorts from the change in our usual interaction, I turned back to my desk and started packing my stuff up for the evening. I needed to find something to do other than stare at him with my mouth hanging open. And there was a strong possibility that I might have drooled—just a little bit.

  “I have to attend an engagement party for a couple of friends tonight. You?” I felt like a total dillhole sitting there, making small talk with one of the firm’s attorneys while picturing him naked. Man, I was really off my game.

  “No big plans,” he responded.

  He rubbed his palms on his pant legs, and if I didn’t know better, I would have thought he was slightly uncomfortable. But it didn’t make sense for him to be uncomfortable around me. I was just a lowly old paralegal. He didn’t have any reason to be uncomfortable.

  “I was thinking about checking out all that Cloverleaf has to offer. I haven’t really had time to do much more than work since I got here.”

  I slung my purse over my arm and took a step toward him. “Well, I’d give you a tour, but this is Cloverleaf. Everything worth seeing is basically in a four block radius. You can stand in the middle of Main Street and turn in a circle to see it all.”

  He gave me an awkward smile, and it finally dawned on me what he was doing. I felt like a complete moron for not catching on. Ben had only been in town for a few weeks. Having come from Austin, he didn’t have any family in Cloverleaf, and with the hours he had been putting in, I couldn’t imagine him really having much time to make any friends. The poor guy had to be lonely. I felt horrible for not noticing sooner.

  “Hey, if you get a chance, you should stop by Colt’s for a drink or two.”

  “Oh, I don’t want to crash your friends’ engagement party.”

  I could tell by the way his eyes widened slightly that the idea of coming for a drink appealed to him, but he was still unsure.

  “It’s not like that, Ben. We didn’t buy out the bar or anything. It’s just a group of friends having a drink at our local hangout to congratulate the couple on their engagement. It’ll be really laid back, I promise.”

  He finally loosened up a little bit, and his smile became more genuine. “I might take you up on that,” he said. “Colt’s?”

  I forgot that he wouldn’t know our bar as Colt’s since he wasn’t a local. “Sorry, Colt 45’s on Walker. You can’t miss it. It’s one of the only decent bars in town.”

  “All right, I might just do that.”

  His eyes scanned me up and down again. How he managed to do that without coming off as perverted was beyond me. The dude had mad skill.

  “Well, I hope to see you there, Ben. Have a good evening.” He sidestepped, allowing me to pass by, before following me out of my office. I pulled the door closed and headed to the elevator.

  I was nowhere near being over Jeremy, but he’d moved on, and it was time I did too. I didn’t plan on moving on with a coworker. That would be way too messy. But at least I was opening myself up to the idea.