All Chapters of The Intern- Enemies To lovers: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“You know, it’s funny; my cousin always tells me about the firm’s new hires,” I said. “At least the lawyers who come on board who have quite a name for themselves, like you. I wish he’d mentioned something, especially since you’re such a celebrity at our law school.”I wondered why Ford hadn’t told me, considering I’d watched his daughter the past two nights, giving him a perfect opportunity to bring it up.Declan was quiet for a few moments. “Your cousin works in HR?”“No.” Strands of my hair fell into my face as I shook my head. “Ford is one of the partners. As are Dominick and Jenner—all my first cousins.”“Wait.” His arms landed on the desk, moving his body closer to me. “You’re related to the Daltons?”My hands were practically dripping with sweat. As I recrossed my legs, I shoved my fingers between them, hoping my skirt would soak up the wetness. “Their father and my father are brothers.”More silence passed.“That makes you …”“A Dalton.” I bit my bottom lip. “I’m Hannah Dalton

A dick that had been hard for three days, and this morning was no different.I hadn’t gotten any work done since she had started here.I probably wouldn’t today either—and that was some bullshit.I was Declan Shaw, top litigator in the state. I needed to pull my head out of my ass. Women didn’t throw off my game, and neither would Hannah.But the fucked-up thing was that this was only the very beginning.We were going to be together for an entire semester.She took a seat, her legs crossing, a notebook on top of them, hiding the part of her thighs that her dress didn’t cover. “Looks like my desk still isn’t ready, so I’m going to have to spend another day in here.” She smiled awkwardly. “Sorry.”The maintenance department had promised it would be delivered this morning.I was getting punished.Again.“That’s unacceptable.” My hand went into my hair, pulling at the roots. “I need you to call maintenance and have them find you a desk today.”“I tried—”“Try harder.”As she nodded, I too

“She won’t be transferring to another litigator,” Dominick replied. “She’s staying put.”“You’re telling me that for the next four months, you’re going to keep me with an employee I don’t feel like I can properly mentor? Or work with?” Declan asked, his voice rising.My fingers tightened on the silver knob, my entire body shaking.“Don’t you think you’re being a little harsh?” Ford asked.Ford?Oh God, Ford’s in there too?“Harsh?” Declan replied. “From the very beginning, I was upfront and honest that I didn’t want an intern. Now, you give me someone who has no skills, zero experience. Whose hand I need to hold. I just don’t have time for it.”No experience—I could accept that.But no skills?That’s what he thinks of me?I glanced down at my arm, where a folder rested on top of it, my finger lodged in between two heavy sections of paper, marking a specific area. I’d practically screamed when I came across this during my filing. Since my first day here, everyone on his team had been s

“You haven’t even gone to trial yet,” Dominick countered.“I’m telling you”—I ground my teeth—“we would have won without it.”I would have done everything in my fucking power, but I did question if that would have been enough to persuade the jury. Hannah’s findings certainly made it easier, and now, I wouldn’t have to work so hard.That changed nothing.I wasn’t going to give her a goddamn medal for snooping through my files and bringing something to my attention that I would have figured out at some point anyway.I brought the tumbler of scotch up to my lips. “Reassign her, I beg you.”“Dude, relax.” Jenner rubbed my shoulder like he was a masseur. “You’ll survive, I promise.”Dominick looked at Camden and added, “He’s been chirping since the moment we even mentioned he was getting an intern. If it wasn’t Hannah, he’d be bitching about someone else.”“Not true.” I sighed. “She’s going to be the death of me.”“I spent eighteen years under the same roof as her,” Camden said, checking o

“I don’t know; your cupcakes are pretty serious, but—” Oaklyn licked the Nutella off her lip. “Hannah, what the heck are these?” She looked at the brownie in her hand as though it were an alien. “My God, girl. Damn.”“I know.” I took another bite, eyeing my next victim—a middle piece in the center of the plate that was gooey on all four sides. “Everything about them is everything I need at this moment.” I took a drink of my wine.“If you weren’t such a good attorney, I’d be telling you to open a bakery,” my brother said, going in for his second brownie.“Calm down with the attorney title. Neither of us can use that quite yet.” I licked the chocolate off my fingers as I finished. “Besides, I might not even pass the bar—ever. So, there’s a chance I might never get that title.” I picked up the brownie I’d been eyeing and took a bite. “If all else fails, you can loan me the money to open the bakery. With you billing out at least four hundred an hour, you’ll definitely be rich enough.”He