Now that she’s right in front of me, not only are those lips perfect, but everything else about her is too. She has beautiful green eyes, hidden behind her glasses, an adorable button nose with freckles lining it, and fuck, that neck. It’s begging to be explored to find each and every spot that makes her whimper.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t appear to be on the same page as she aims a deadly scowl at me before turning her attention away. She’s definitely feistier than she looks.
With my parting statement, I refocus and pick up where I left off with Warren, whose five unanswered texts have become increasingly impatient.
Me: Dude, I’ve got a hottie sitting next to me. I’m hoping for a BJ in the bathroom.
Warren: You get laid more than a bitch in heat. We need this deposition filed, quit fucking around.
Me: You know the case inside and out. Do what you do best and finish the damn thing.
Warren: Remind me why I work for you.
Me: Because you love myacquisitions.
Warren: You’re an ass.
Me: I know. And I’m busy trying togetsome ass, so leave me alone. This one’s being difficult.
Warren: Oh boy, I almost feel sorry for her. Going up against the BUTCHER? She doesn’t stand a chance.
Me: Damn right she doesn’t. Now back to work.
Warren: Fucker
Me: Hopefully…
Warren and I have an interesting relationship. Yes, he’s my assistant, and a damn good one at that, but he’s also a partner of sorts. We make a great team in the courtroom and an even better one in the bedroom.
We’ve shared quite a few women over the past couple of years, in addition to passing on the best of the best when we can’t enjoy them together. We’re not attracted to each other in the slightest, nor do we ever cross swords, but we sure know how to please a woman with four hands and two dicks.
However, this chick doesn’t seem the type to play outside the box. Usually when a woman shuts me down, I don’t give a fuck. I’d walk away and not think twice, knowing the next one to grab my attentionwon’tsay no. This girl, though, is appealing to my competitive nature, andnoisn’t an answer I’m ready to take.
Partly because I sense there’s more to her than meets the eye and because she’s too tempting to resist. She’s like a timid little mouse, and I’d like to unleash whatever’s holding her back since her body is certainly speaking a different language than her mouth.
She could be in a relationship, I suppose. Some vanilla guy who only fucks missionary. She probably has no clue what she’s missing. Or, given her reaction to the scene I described, she might. This girl needs someone who can give her what she wants—what she’s been craving.
An hour after takeoff and two refills of champagne later, I turn, unable to refrain.
“Do you have a boyfriend? Is that the problem here?”
She lowers the device she’s been reading and faces me with a dropped jaw.
“Oh my God, seriously? You honestly assume the only reason I’m not falling at your feet is because I have a boyfriend and not because you’re an absolute ass?”
“That’s a no then. So what will it take to loosen up? I’d offer you a drink, but you’ve had two. You need a name? We should introduce ourselves. I’m—”
She covers my mouth with her hand.
Man, would I like that hand to be somewhere else.
“Stop,” she says, removing it as quickly as she placed it, embarrassed. “I’d rather not do names.” When I raise an eyebrow in question, she adds, “Seriously.”
“All right, how about this? Ask me anything you want to know, and I’ll ask you something in return. We’ll go back and forth until you’re comfortable enough to slip into the bathroom with me so I can see about that carpet myself. You might even enjoy it.”
“Un-fricking believable. You don’t quit.” She shakes her head and sighs. “Listen, I appreciate your tenacity, but this is a no-win situation. I’m not interested in guys like you. You may be good-looking, which I’m sure you know, but you arenotmy type in the slightest, I can assure you.”
“Whatisyour type then?”
