There is no turning back.
Joseph
Igrin to myself as I take a swig of my bourbon neat, because all I can still taste is Juliette on my tongue. The taste is even sweeter, because I’m savoring it while sitting in the private home office of her father–the Honorable Judge Hill with Jack and her two brothers.
Jack was right. This was not a social invitation. We were invited to the judge’s annual holiday party for a reason. His two sons work in a private legal practice and want to hire Jack’s firm to handle several fixes for them that are sensitive in nature or in other words–illegal.
It’s obvious that they wanted me to tag along, because they are fully aware that Jack doesn’t do any of the dirty work. I do. And they want to see for themselves what their big fat check is going to get them.
I’m not sure where Juliette gets her beautiful spirit from, because the rest of the family reminds me of everything I detest about privilege. They’re arrogant, pretentious, pompous and act as if I should feel honored just to be sitting in their presence–especially the oldest brother.
It’s clear that he thinks himself to be superior to me in intelligence, wealth and class. The truth is that he might just be, but I don’t give a rat’s ass. I’ll buy my way into their world and piss on them as I climb my way up.
“So if my boys hire you, Jack, you’ll take care of them right?”
“I’m sure you’ve asked around. My firm specializes in neat and tidy. Nothing will blow back on them.”
“We’ll be dealing directly with you though, right Jack?” the obnoxious one asks as he stares at me. Even in my designer suit and shoes, I’m not fooling them one iota. They know I’m from the streets, it’s in my DNA, and they don’t like it one bit.
“The firm can accommodate whatever communication style you feel is most beneficial.”
“Is there a problem dealing with me?” I ask having enough of his passive aggressive ass.
The energy in the room grows tense.
“I’ve heard things about you over the years, Masterson. You’re not new to me,” he says in an almost accusatory way.
“I’m assuming that’s why you want to hire me.”
“We’re hiring Jack, not you.”
“For a fix like this, Joseph and I are a packaged deal,” Jack chimes in. “I hope that’s not going to be a problem.”
“No problem,” Juliette’s father says wanting to ease the tension in the room. He gives his son a cursory glare. “We’re definitely moving forward. The boys need their issue resolved. However you both make that happen is none of our concern.”
There’s a small knock on the door and then it opens without the person waiting for permission to enter.
It’s Juliette.
I was in between her legs just thirty minutes ago, but looking at her now, an absolute temptress in red, makes my dick weep and long to be inside of her.
I already know that when it happens between us, when she allows me to totally claim her body and soul, it will be life changing for the both of us.
Our chemistry cannot be denied.
She is mine.
The moment Juliette notices me sitting across from her family, her expression gives our connection immediately away. It’s obvious to anyone with half of a brain that we know each other.
“Do you know my sister?” the younger brother asks in a voice full of disbelief while the rest of the room stares down my throat.
“I do.”
“Juliette?” Her father defers to her to explain.
“I met Joseph several years ago, so yes, he and I are acquainted.”
“Where on earth–”
