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Me:Shouldn’t I be thanking you?

Gina:I don’t know. Was she even good, or did she lie there like a cold fish?

A cold fish Vivian was not. She’d needed help opening up, but I could still almost feel the way her hot pussy had felt, clamped on my dick. And don’t even get me started on her taste. I could eat her every day.

Me:I don’t kiss and tell.

Gina:Since when? I call bullshit. But either way, Suzie Stern actually had a smile on her face this morning. A smile.

Me:Suzie Stern?

Gina:Vivian’s last name is Stern, so some coworkers and I gave her the nickname Suzie Stern. It’s kind of like Negative Nancy. Not only is it her last name, but she’s also always so serious. Except for today.

A slow smile spread across my face. It felt good to know I’d fucked a smile onto Vivian’s face.

Me:Glad I could help. Just let me know when you need me again.

Gina:For real?

Me:Sure. Why not?

Gina:Because repeat hookups are not your thing. I figured if she asked me again, I’d find someone else.

Like hell.

Me:I’m not playing. If Vivian needs help again, you ask me first.

9

Vivian

When I got backto work on Monday morning, I took the long way to my office, and before I went around every corner, I paused to make sure Mr. St. James wasn’t there.

When his ex-wife had walked into the mayor’s conference room, I’d thought for sure he had sent me there to get information on her. I half-expected him to be waiting for me in my office when I got back to the firm.

He hadn’t been, and I hadn’t seen him the rest of the day.

I was beginning to suspect Mr. St. James was playing the long game, so he wouldn’t look suspicious to me. But it didn’t matter if he was playing any game; I did not want to be a spy for him even if he was a name partner and had a lot of control over my future in the firm.

Not only had it been obvious that Delaney St. James and the mayor were friends, but she’d also seemed like a nice person. She was a family court judge, so I hadn’t worked with her in a professional sense, but she treated Rayne and me like we were her equals. I’d had many judges talk down to me like I wasn’t intelligent or as if they were better than me, so it was a nice change.

Once the initial meeting was over, I felt uncomfortable that I hadn’t told her who I worked for when the mayor asked us to introduce ourselves. But I hadn’t wanted her to think I was there to spy on her either. While working together on a project wasn't the same as lawyer-client confidentiality, which was sacred, I didn't want anyone to question my ethics by thinking I was a snitch.

The door to my office loomed close. I hastened my last few steps, and I sighed with relief once I passed the threshold. I had made it without seeing Mr. St. James, but it was going to get old real fast if I didn’t come up with some kind of plan other than avoiding him.

“How did it go on Friday?” a voice said behind me, and I jumped.

With my hand on my chest, I swung around to see the very person I had been trying to dodge.

I supposed I could have tried to avoid him all I wanted, but he knew where my office was, and I couldn’t change that.

I swallowed hard. “It was fine. Good. It was good,” I practically stammered.

He took a sip of his coffee. “Good,” he said with a nod.

I frowned in confusion.That’s it?He’s not going to ask about his ex?

“How was meeting the mayor?” he asked with a smile.