Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
For weeks I went back and forth with his lawyers, while they got almost everything thrown out, whittling away at my case bit by bit until I was barely hanging on by my fingernails.
But I didn’t lose hope. Nothing else made sense after all, and I only needed one juror to see my way of it and convince the others. The jury pool was eight females, four males. I had my work cut out for me.
Yes I was nervous each time I walked into that room and saw yet another female juror looking less sure while keeping her gaze on the always debonair millionaire. But I refused to give up.
By the end of the second week I was pretty sure that all the women were under his spell. That damn smile of his, where did he learn that shit anyway?
Still I’m nothing if not persistent. People can’t be that dumb can they? I mean it’s one thing to admire a man’s looks and quite another to let him off the hook for what amounted to a massacre. Could thy really want that animal loose in their community?
Then today, today, what happened today? I’d gone to the restroom, the lady’s restroom and he’d been waiting for me. It had taken me a few seconds to process.
After I got over the shock of seeing him there and opened my mouth to tell him to get the hell out he’d walked up to me and placed a finger across my lips.
I remember my heart thundering in my chest, my pulse racing and something tight and hot curling in my stomach.
He hadn’t done anything else, just looked at me with those mesmerizing eyes. Eyes that seemed to laugh at me even as they looked into my soul.
My mouth had gone dry and my knees weak, and when he trailed that finger down my chin to the cleavage made by the snug fitting jacket of my red power suit, I felt a quiver.
I ran out of there as soon as he turned and walked away. I needed a minute and was sitting in the break room when my assistant joined me.
He obviously didn’t realize my state of unrest when he took the seat across from me. “I think they’re gonna go for mental illness next.”
“If this fucker is crazy I’m the queen’s aunt.” My outburst shocked him for a second, but he rallied quick enough.
“You know you’re the DA, you can’t be talking about your defendants like that.”
“And why the hell not?”
I was still trying to come to grips with what had just happened. Had it been a threat? A warning? And then the door opened and a clerk came in with a note and passed it off to me.
I read the note, my breath accelerating, and my mind frozen. He wanted to meet with me, without his counsel present. It was a sticky prospect to be sure, but in this jurisdiction was allowed with certain caveats.
I swallowed the mouthful of spit that had gathered in my mouth and put the note in my purse before getting shakily to my feet.
Court was in recess for the rest of the day and even I knew that my case was hanging by a thread. But was it worth it to meet with him? What could he possibly want…That’s the last thing I really remember.
Vanessa
I almost jumped out of the water when the door opened and he walked into the bathroom. My eyes followed him as he made his way over to the tub and sat on the edge.
He was still immaculately dressed and I had to wrack my brain to remember if he’d been naked while we were in bed.
No, he was definitely unclothed. I remember feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. My face heated as he held out the glass of wine he was holding in his hand.
My eyes fell on his chest and stomach beneath the open shirt and landed on his tats as I took a sip of the full bodied Shiraz.
The hair on his arms beneath the rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt brought back memories of the way they had felt against my body and I shivered.
I had to bite my lip to keep the moan from escaping and wondered once again what the hell
had gotten into me. It’s not like me to be this reckless. My whole career could be down the drain and yet I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Nothing has ever made me feel as alive as I did when he was inside me. I imagine that’s the way an addict feels when they go back for another hit.
I looked up at his eyes when I felt them on me and found him smiling; that damn disarming smile that was the reason for my present predicament.
When he leaned over, placing both hands on either side of me on the rim of the tub, I felt something sweet and hot between my thighs. And when his lips covered mine I forgot who and where I was.