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GOT IT BAD
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An Excerpt from
Got It Bad
—Chapter One
Chapter One
Northwestern University Law School, Chicago
2:30 p.m., November 1
Kieran Mullaney pushed through the double glass doors of the Northwestern University Law School and sucked in a deep breath.Sure, other people might think he was nuts, what with the exhaust fumes, pollution, general downtown stink of Chicago in theair. But Kieran only smelled freedom.
No more notes on his iPad. No more trying to hide his side-eye when that douche canoe Pietro cut off every woman in the classwhen they tried to answer. Pietro, by the way, who’d gone by Peter for the first two years of school. Until he partied allnight in Boytown with a hot Latin lover named Manuel. Suddenly his name changed, he started wearing loafers without socks,and he only bought empanadas and rice at lunch. His general douchiness had, however, always been there.
Law school didn’t suck. It was sometimes interesting. It just wasn’t fun. Or rewarding. Or, you know, even his choice. Notthat he’d get pissy about that now. Nope, Kieran planned to celebrate his freedom, for the next few hours, at least, by findingsomeone sexy and sassy and talking her into a drink. No talk about tort law. No case law. No law, period.
Flirting. That’s what was on the docket. Kieran didn’t need his four years of undergrad and now rounding the corner into histhird year of law school when it came to his mastery of romancing the fairer sex. He’d been charming women out of their tops,bottoms, and everything underneath since . . . well, since long before his brothers Ryan and Frank actually thought he’d lost his virginity.
He looked down Superior Street for a hot prospect. Pretty much any female that he didn’t recognize from law school would do.Kieran almost jolted when his gaze connected with two very blue eyes staring right at him. Very blue, long-lashed, and witha single, I’m interested raised eyebrow.
“Oh, hey there.” And then she added an upward tilt to her mouth that sealed the deal. This girl had noticed him.
This was a million times better than trying to stay awake in Criminal Procedures class. Plus, she was unexpected. Kieran fuckingloved surprises.
“Hi yourself, beautiful. Are you hanging around the law school because you need a lawyer? Or because smart men with enormousearning potential turn you on? Because, either way, I’m your man.”
Her smile flipped downward into a disapproving smirk. “Wow. Has that line ever worked? I mean, ever? There’s four huge problems with the four sentences you just smarmed at me.”
Kieran was equal parts pissed that she’d called him out on his lazy come-on . . . and intrigued that she’d called him outon his lazy come-on. “Smarmed isn’t a word.”
“Didn’t you hear? You can make anything a verb these days. The grammar police officially gave up when squeed got added to the OED.”
Surprise Girl was definitely around his age. Definitely his type, what with the sass and the smarts.
Definitely hot, with those wide, pink-glossed lips that begged to be kissed. Thick blond hair skimmed just below her shoulders.Kieran really wanted to slide his fingers through it, tug just hard enough so that her head tilted back and he could skimhis lips along her throat. And he’d glimpsed one hell of a body wrapped up in a cream sweater and jeans before locking hiseyes respectfully above her chin once they started talking. Oh, and those knee-high brown leather boots that were the bestgod-damned thing about autumn in the Midwest.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “So what are your official complaints with what I said?”
A super slo-mo blink indicated that she’d expected an apology, and was surprised by his challenge. Then she shoved up thesleeves of her sweater with a determined squint. Game on.
“You can’t assume I’m ‘hanging around’ the law school. I just saw you come out the door, which means you have zero knowledgeof where I’m coming from or going. And I just came from a walk on the lakeside trail, so in fact I know you’re wrong.”
In Kieran’s book, feisty was more fun than overtly flirty any day. He shrugged, just to egg her on. “Okay, that’s one.”
She tossed her head. The motion sent her hair rippling in the late afternoon sunlight. Exactly the way it’d ripple if Kieranflipped her on top of him in a bed. “If I did need a lawyer, I’d go find an actual lawyer. Not some student who may or maynot pass the bar exam on the fifth try.”
He held up two fingers, spread in a wide V. “Two.” Kieran barely bit back a snort. No way would he be one of those idiotswho didn’t prep enough to pass on the first try.
“As for that presumed earning potential?” She patted the bulge of her fat, pumpkin-colored purse. Geez, that thing was bigenough to hold a gun. Most women he knew stuck a credit card in their iPhone case and called it a day. What could she be luggingaround in there?
Kieran widened his stance, tucking his thumbs into the front pockets of his jeans. Arguing with the pretty stranger was ahell of a lot more fun than arguing in mock trials. “It’s a well-known fact that even the dumbest lawyer can pull in the bigbucks. Why do you think so many people suffer through three years law school hell?”
“What if you become a public defender?” A motorcycle missing its muffler roared by, and the sharp blast it made whipped herhead around as fast as if she’d thought it was a sniper. Guess in today’s world you couldn’t be too careful. Just as fast,she whipped her attention back to Kieran. “Or you took out loans for
