# Chapter 3: The Devil in the Gray Suit
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 3 of *Seduced By My Ex’s Divorce Attorney audiobook free*. This chapter is a wonderful mix of friendship, panic, temptation, and that dangerous little spark that refuses to die. So grab your favorite drink, get comfortable, and let’s step back into Hannah Crowley’s world.
The chapter opens inside the RISE Foundation office, where Chelsea is completely disregarding Victoria’s attempt to calm her down. Chelsea is pregnant, emotional, and convinced by Dean that something might be wrong because she keeps crying so much. Victoria asks how much she has been crying, and Chelsea admits she cried at a commercial two nights ago, then again while scrolling through Facebook. She points out all the sad stories online: a soldier surprising his son after coming home from war, and she insists anyone would cry at that. Victoria tries to be the comforting friend, saying she gets teary-eyed at that kind of thing too.
For a moment, Chelsea looks hopeful. Then she admits something even more tender: she cried thinking about Grover. She barely knows him, and she fears he will never grow as close to her as he is to Dean. She also thinks about how he will die one day, and she never knew him as a puppy. Hannah and Victoria exchange bewildered looks, and Chelsea catches them. She immediately assumes they think she is a lunatic and wonders if Dean is right, if this is some sign that her hormones are crashing.
Victoria quickly walks over and reassures her. This is normal. When Victoria was pregnant with Jade, she cried because Pete brought her a banana milkshake instead of a strawberry one. Chelsea understands completely. Cravings are no joke. Dean even went out at ten p.m. to get her Chick-Fil-A, only to arrive right as they were locking the doors. The teenage manager could not be bribed. And yes, Chelsea cried again. Hannah guesses it correctly, and Chelsea nods as fresh tears well up.
Victoria tells Chelsea that all these crazy emotions will be worth it once she meets her baby. She kisses Chelsea’s forehead like the mother she is and warns her to tell Dean not to overreact because he is in for a long ride. Chelsea laughs, her tears drying. But Hannah, though she does not want to be a harsh boss, really needs Chelsea to secure a new venue for the gala. Preferably today. Hannah spent the whole night figuring out who owed her a favor, but since half her contacts disappeared the moment she signed her divorce papers, the list has shrunk considerably. Chelsea promises she is waiting for callbacks and jokes that she will not cry on the phone with them. Hannah tells her to keep her posted and walks out, wondering how the next six or seven months of Chelsea’s pregnancy will go.
Victoria follows and tells Hannah that the messages are on her desk. Reed has offered to call in some favors too, but he is in court most of the day. Hannah appreciates it, though she worries he already has too much on his plate. Victoria insists Reed is happy to help. Hannah is grateful every day that Jagger called her about his assistant relocating. The white and gold decor in her office cheers her up slightly. It is unconventional, but it reminds her that she is in charge now and does not have to conform to anyone else’s wishes. When she leased the offices for the RISE Foundation, she refused to go with boring black, grey, and brown. She wanted something vibrant and new, something to make her excited about life again.
Of course, someone advised her that the feminine palette diminishes her power and makes her look soft, as if visitors will think they can get whatever they want from her. That someone was her father. But RISE is hers, and she is the one who has to stare at those walls and sit at that desk day in and day out. She is damn well going to be happy. She sorts through the messages on her desk, all from people she contacted about donating to the silent auction. None are from Roarke Baldwin, and she tells herself she is not disappointed at all. Nope. Not one bit.
Four o’clock rolls around, and Chelsea has not brought her a contract for a venue. Hannah assumes Chelsea’s fairy godmother wand is broken. A knock sounds as Hannah hangs up from a call with Lennon Banks, a woman who wants to open a branch of RISE in San Francisco. But how can Hannah arrange that when she does not even know how things in Chicago will go? They have managed to get after-school programs at five schools off the ground, including Victoria’s daughter Jade’s school. But Hannah is not satisfied. They need more. Their goal is to lead girls to find their voices and never refuse to use them.
Chelsea enters with her head down, which is unusual because she normally lights up a room with her contagious smile and sharp wit. Hannah hopes it is only the pregnancy and not the venue. Chelsea plops down and says she is sorry. She failed. Hannah calls Victoria in, and Victoria sits next to Chelsea with her own frown already in place. Chelsea must have already shared the news. She says she has literally called everywhere except the Days Inn or the Budget Motel. If Hannah wants, she will call them too.
Hannah presses her fingers to her temples and thinks. She knows people. She tries to reassure Chelsea, who nods and counts off the hotels one by one: the Ritz, the Westin, the Hilton, Four Seasons, The Drake, The Swissôtel. She called them all. September has apparently taken over as the new wedding month, because that is all she kept hearing from event coordinators. Victoria suggests Lake Geneva and making a weekend out of it, but getting all those people out of the city with a little over a month’s notice is impossible. Hannah asks about anything in the suburbs. Chelsea has called the entire Oakbrook area. Schaumburg is booked too. North of the city? Nothing. Chelsea is on every waitlist, but anything that opens up would be last minute.
Victoria bites her lip. Chelsea looks like someone told her Santa Claus is not real. Hannah tells them both to go home. Victoria asks what the game plan is. Hannah admits she does not know yet, but she will work something out. Chelsea, usually the go-getter, stands without a fight, probably craving the serenity of her bed and her fiancé, Dean. She mumbles that she will try again tomorrow. Victoria apologizes again. Hannah tells Victoria to make sure Chelsea gets in a cab or calls Dean. Victoria offers to come back, but Hannah shakes her head and tells her to go home and relax. It will work out. It always does.
With a sigh, Hannah leans back in her chair. She just hopes she does not have to sell her soul to the devil, aka Roarke Baldwin. Ten minutes later, the two are gone, and Hannah lets her panic take over. Alone in her office, she springs to her feet and paces. She heads to the break room and glances at another care package from the newest bakery down the block. Her hands itch for sugar, but she grabs a diet soda instead. Back in her office, she kicks off her heels and keeps pacing. Eventually, she gazes out the window. The sun is shining, and she loves summer and the endless stream of sunny nights.
Roarke pops into her head again. If Chelsea cannot find anything, how would Roarke be able to help? She is tempted to call his bluff. He probably cannot even deliver on his promise. And what does he want with her anyway? They never addressed what he meant by that. Instead, they went right into his absurd obsession with her calling him Roarke. He probably thinks that if she agrees to his stupid agreement, she will be willing to sacrifice herself. Me naked on his bed is not as despicable as she wishes it was. It is quite enticing, if she is honest. But she would never admit it. “Jesus, Han, get a grip,” she mumbles.
Her inner angel appears on her right shoulder and warns her that Roarke Baldwin is a bad, bad man. Her imaginary devil appears on her left shoulder and asks how he will punish her. Hannah yells at the devil to shut up. The office door of RISE opens. She stops all movement, terrified that she has conjured him up in real life. The villain always shows up when his prey is weak. Is she weak? Maybe a little. After all, there is a war going on between her head and her body, and her damp panties suggest which one is winning.
But it is only Misty, the cleaning lady, peeking her head inside. Hannah says she was just leaving, slips into her heels, shuts down her computer, and grabs her bag. She wishes Misty a great night. Misty warns her to be careful because the sun is going down. Darkness is when the devil comes out to play. Hannah replies that sometimes the devil appears in daylight too, dressed in a custom-tailored suit and wingtips. Misty raises her eyebrows and asks if Hannah has man problems. Hannah says not in the slightest and leaves.
Riding down the elevator alone, Hannah does not realize until she steps onto the streets of Chicago that her devil is not like a thief emerging from a dark alley. He sits perched up in his penthouse or corner office under the guise of one of the most successful men in Chicago. He is the devil in the gray suit, and if she does not tread carefully, she is likely to forget it.
The chapter then shifts to Hannah tapping her pen on the desk as she waits on the line for the Director of Hospitality. She appreciates that the director is in the office as early as she is, but ten minutes have already passed while the woman checks her calendar. The event is only six weeks away. When the director returns, her voice shakes. She thought they had a cancellation, but the bride called that morning to say the wedding is still a go. A lover’s quarrel, apparently. The director sounds sweet and happy they did not cancel. Too bad Hannah cannot say the same.
Hannah thanks her and asks to be the first call if anything changes. She lets her voice drip with honey and offers to pay fifty percent more. She has learned hard lessons about what gets her what she wants: honey and money are always more effective when used in tandem. The director politely says their prices are their prices. They hang up. Hannah’s gaze veers out the window, and the feeling of impending doom over rescheduling the gala settles over her. The chapter ends on that anxious note, with Hannah still trapped between professional desperation and the dangerous pull of Roarke Baldwin.
## Reader’s Impressions & Star Rating As a reader, I really enjoyed this chapter because it balances everyday warmth with sharp tension. Chelsea’s pregnancy tears are funny and tender, and Victoria’s motherly comfort gives the office scenes a cozy heartbeat. But the real electricity comes from Hannah’s internal battle. She is strong, proud, and determined to stand on her own, yet Roarke lingers in her thoughts like smoke. The venue crisis raises the stakes, and the final phone call makes her desperation feel very real. The chapter is not just about finding a ballroom; it is about Hannah realizing how close she is to needing the one man she swore she would never need.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.7 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction I predict that Hannah will be forced to reach out to Roarke Baldwin, even though every instinct tells her not to. He will likely offer her a solution to the gala venue problem, but his help will come with a price—perhaps another dinner, another meeting, or another step deeper into his world. Their chemistry will intensify, especially now that Hannah has admitted to herself how enticing the thought of him is. Meanwhile, Chelsea’s pregnancy may bring more emotional chaos, and Victoria will remain the grounded voice trying to keep everyone sane. The next chapter may also reveal more about what Roarke truly wants from Hannah, and whether his interest is purely business or something far more personal and possessive.
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