I don’t normally punch a$$holes at comedy shows. I’m a refined guy. I run my own law firm. I’m one of the most well-esteemed prosecutors out there. I shouldn’t even have been at the club, but we were celebrating a win and I thought I’d throw my eager new associate a bone. And then I saw her. Curves for days, emerald green eyes, and perfectly pouty lips. Chloe J. King took the stage with a boldness that captivated me. When I saw her off stage, however, trapped in a conversation with a man who looked like he wanted to hurt her, she seemed the opposite – small, fragile, weak. So I introduced him to my uppercut. Twenty-four hours later, she’s in my office asking me to take on her case. Now if only I can stay professional long enough to keep myself from bending her over my desk…