Judge Crane smiled. It was warm yet weary. "Evan, you've been before me enough for me to know that if you had it, you would have brought it. On that basis, motion to disqualify is denied. Anything else?"
Evan gave me a sly look, as if to say "that was a love tap compared to what comes next."
She played dirty. I liked it.
Nice try, angel.
"If I may, I'd like to request this be put on the expedited docket. As I said, Judge Crane, her client is a scumbag who bilked dozens of elderly investors out of their life savings. Simply based on their age, the faster we can try this case the better. Of course, unless Mr. Castille wants to go ahead and plead guilty to get it over with-"
Evan shook her head sharply.
"In that case, I request that we be set for trial in ninety days."
Evan laughed, though she was clearly not amused. "Judge, that's just not possible. Ninety days? I couldn't possibly prepare an adequate defense in that short period of time. The Government is already trying to railroad my client with this nonsense."
Judge Crane looked from me to Evan and back. "Given the nature of the victims, I will expedite this case. Trial is set for one hundred twenty days from now-"
"Judge Crane," Evan said, "that is not going to work-"
"Ms. Pallida." Judge Crane's voice cut like a knife "You will try this case in one hundred twenty days. You're lucky I didn't give him the ninety he asked for. Time is of the essence. Prepare your defense accordingly."
Evan retreated from the well. Her back was straight as a book edge, and she had a well-trained poker face. She sat, and I resumed my seat next to Wood. Judge Crane called the next case. Once the rest of the courtroom was sufficiently occupied, Evan turned to me and narrowed her eyes. I smiled, wanting to rile her.
She swiveled around in her chair, facing me directly and at an angle to everyone else in the courtroom. She half closed her eyes and watched me through her lashes. Then she opened her legs, giving me a glimpse of the skimpy lace panties she wore underneath. The look on her face was pure devil. My dick reacted just as she'd intended, standing at attention despite the venue.
She let me stare at that little piece of fabric for a few seconds before recrossing her legs, a satisfied smirk turning up the corner of her plump lips. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. The rest of the courtroom turned into a blur of suits and Yankee accents. It was just her and me. I couldn't tell if we were flirting or fighting. Either way, I liked it.
"And if there's no one else, we're adjourned," Judge Crane called from the bench.
Everyone in the courtroom stood. Except me. I had to sit. Evan sidled over to me and bent down to whisper in my ear. Nothing odd about it; lawyers were always sharing secrets. But Evan wasn't playing lawyer. She had another game.
"I keep thinking about the way your cock would taste, about how snugly it would fit in my throat. Sometimes I imagine myself sucking you down, and other times I imagine you coming on my face or my tits. I just wanted to tell you that. Oh, and that my panties are so wet right now. That's all"-she straightened-"and you better have all those documents to my office this week," she finished for all to hear.
She knew what she was doing to me. The sparkle in her eyes showed me how excited she was. The little tease. My cock didn't care if she was doing it on purpose. I didn't either, really. If I could have gotten up, followed her out, and bent her over in the bathroom without anyone noticing, I would have. As it was, I was surrounded by other attorneys, and my dick was so hard it was giving my zipper a run for its money.
Evan walked away and collected Castille before strolling from the courtroom. She gave me one last little smile before she was gone.
"You coming, Lincoln?" Wood was leaning against the waist-high balustrade separating the well from the gallery.
Nice phrasing. I covered. "Yeah, just give me a minute. I wanted to sort of soak in the feel of this courtroom, since it's new to me and all."
Wood raised his gray eyebrows. "Sure. I'll catch you back downstairs." He disappeared behind me. The rest of the attorneys filtered out until it was just me, sitting and thinking about all the things I was going to do my bad bitch.
Chapter Four
EVAN
I was pleased that I was able to tar and feather Lincoln, at least a little, in front of Judge Crane. He needed to be taken down a peg or two now that he was in New York playing the real game. And the fun after the hearing was the icing on the cake. The look of primal desire in his eyes when he got a glance of my snatch, Basic Instinct – style, was gratifying. And knowing that he couldn't stand up because his dick was an iron rod in his pants-extremely gratifying.