I shut everything down and packed the papers into my briefcase before I left for the day. I sent a text out to some attorney friends asking them to meet me, figuring we could make a night of it.
I chose a corner bar that offered good food and drinks, selecting a table in the corner as I looked around the room. It was filling up and there were some beautiful women here, making me relax as I ordered a whiskey from the waitress. I was watching her ass when she walked away before my gaze moved back to the bar to see a gorgeous brunette woman sipping from a glass of wine. I narrowed my eyes when I realized it was the woman starting at my office next week, looking quite different than she had during the interview I conducted with some of the other partners. Granted, she’d been attractive and smart as a whip that day, but tonight she looked sensual and somehow soft as she laughed. Her little black dress brushed her mid-thigh, and my eyes roved down her muscled calves before I looked back into her face. Her eyes looked greener and they popped with the dark makeup around them, complimented by the gloss on her full lips.
“Picking out your victim already?” Mark, my buddy, asked as he slid into the booth and loosened his tie.
“I spent the afternoon reading my divorce papers. I should just stay single forever. She’s milking me for everything.” He gave me a sympathetic look and ordered a beer when the waitress brought my drink. I still glanced at my assistant as I spoke, finding new things I liked about her every time my eyes passed over her. My cock stirred in my pants, and I shifted as I told myself not to get hot and bothered over my new employee.
The others joined us and we enjoyed a few drinks and appetizers as we chatted about work and women, along with some sports talk. Hanging out with friends was comforting, and I could laugh and let myself go a little bit in the familiarity of it. The bar filled and there were more women to talk about and flirt with as they glanced our way with the same coy smile.
My eyes always returned to my assistant, who by now I remembered was named Lily. She was twenty-five, though she looked younger. She’d been to college and graduated with high marks and answered every question asked without missing a beat. She was perfect, and tonight I was seeing more of her feminine qualities.
We were all feeling the liquor by the time we left, having met a few women throughout the evening. I was going to a condominium close by with Miriam, a black-haired pixie with a loud giggle. She’d increased the flirting as the time passed and my cock was hard from looking at Lily, so I went with it. Once she closed her door, her mouth was locked on mine and her hand was grabbing my cock through my pants as she pushed me against the wall.
In the process of stumbling back to her room, we woke up her roommate. Miriam yelled out an apology before she slammed her door closed, pulling me to the bed. I pushed her onto it and lifted her clingy burgundy dress over her head before I claimed her lips again. Miriam was petite but had great tits, and I slipped my hands over her ass as she moaned.
She was sliding down my body before I knew it, wrapping her lips around me as I slid my hands into her cropped hair.
I fucked her on her back first, driving myself into her as I listened to her moans and cries. This was the best part about sex, making them lose their shit underneath me, over me, and in front of me.
The second-best part was when I was left, Miriam passed out in her bed. I walked down the street toward the parking garage to get my Escalade, driving to my apartment on the water. I wouldn’t tell my lawyer this, but I preferred it over the home Nadine was fighting for. That one was stuffy, whereas this place was fresh and welcoming, though smaller. Maybe I should have given the condo to Nadine and just stayed here while I searched for something else. It was just an investment and a bit closer to the office, nothing more. I had a few properties in different locations, and losing one wouldn’t hurt me.
I walked inside, looking at the wall of windows that looked over the Hudson River as I dropped my keys on the table in the long hallway. I set my briefcase down against the wall and cracked a window open to take a deep breath of the cool air. I had just a few hours of the night left, but I had no intention of watching the sun rise, despite the great view.
I needed sleep.
I closed the window and made my way down the hallway to the large bedroom. I pulled my clothes off for the second time tonight, leaving my boxers on, before I crawled underneath the covers. There were several windows in here as well, and I looked at the moon for a moment before closing my eyes.
Lily
I heard the alarm go off and reached over to silence it before my eyes popped open. It was my first day of work at Morton and Jones, and I sat straight up. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, reminding me about the spat I had with Brian last night. He’d wanted me to go over to the apartment he shared with the guys and drink, but I had to work today. I got up and started the coffee pot before I jumped into the shower. It was quick and warm, and I slipped my robe on as I dried my curls enough to calm them down before applying a light layer of makeup. There were some good-looking men who worked there, but it was a career move and not a personal one.
My direct boss was handsome, something I’d noticed during the interview. He was older but still looked young, with cropped dark hair and whiskey brown eyes. I could let my mind wander through some naughty office fantasies, but that was a waste of time. I had a boyfriend, even though he wasn’t perfect, and besides, I couldn’t date my boss. After finally determining that the man across the bar last night had been Landon Logan, my boss, I’d watched him leave with a woman, so I found it safe to assume that he played the field.
I sipped my sweet coffee as I got ready, dressing in a black pencil skirt and a soft pink blouse. This was a professional place, and I’d enjoyed some shopping the last couple of weeks, buying new office clothes. This was a great opportunity I didn’t want to blow, and I needed to look as perfect as possible.
Once I decided I looked like I wasn’t trying too hard, I slipped my feet into sleek black heels and poured some coffee to go. I didn’t pack a lunch today, knowing there were several places to grab something in the area. I might want to get some fresh air and consider drinking for an hour, a thought that made me laugh. I didn’t drink too much at all, even though Brian urged me to all the time. Sure, I was only twenty-four, but I wanted to focus on my career, something I didn’t see in my boyfriend of six months. He had a decent job in computer repair that paid well, but apart from that he always wanted to hang out with friends, reminding me of some frat boy. I wasn’t like that in college. Even then I’d been focused on my degree and the future. I hadn’t even been part of a sorority.
He reminded me of a frat boy in the bedroom as well. He was a touch greedy and all about himself, making me wonder if I was too demanding or maybe not as reactive as I should have been. I’d slept with a couple of guys before Brian, but that was late in high school and early in college. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever have that elusive mind-blowing orgasm I always read about in books. Maybe it didn’t exist, a thought that made me frown as I started my modest Camry and pulled out of the parking lot. I lived in a smaller apartment in the city close to my new job, and I had no intention of living with anyone in the next year while my lease carried on.
It was bright and cool in the city today, and I smiled with anticipation as I parked in the garage that had been purchased for the firm, which we shared with the entire building. I ended up on the third floor. I opened my door and slid my hands over my outfit to smooth it as I took a slow, trembling breath. I slipped my pink thrift store purse over my body and grabbed my coffee before I closed the door.
I thought about my parents as I walked to the building, wondering if they would have been proud of me. I lost them in a plane crash when I was fifteen and had been raised from then on by my aunt Amy. Amy was thirty-five, just a couple of years younger than my mom, and one of the kindest people I knew. We had always close, but neither of us ever expected to be the way we were now. It was nice to see her dating someone seriously now since she’d taken raising me so zealously for the years I lived there. I glanced up as the light turned green and walked with the crowd toward the building as the wind blew my hair around, making me happy I had a band around my wrist to secure it if needed. I was growing it out and it was at the awkward stage.
The lobby was large and open, surrounded by glass that let the light in. It felt comfortable here, but I contributed that more to the fact that I wasn’t here for an interview this time. That was a mess in my head, but I was here, so something must have impressed them. I walked across a floor of alternating shades of gray marble to the elevator, taking that to the seventh floor with several others who got off on floors before mine. The last person with me was a blond woman, and she smiled at me when the door opened on my floor. “Are you new? I haven’t seen you before.” She led the way off the car and I followed with a small nod. “I’m Lauren. I assist one of the attorneys here.”
“I am the new assistant to Mr. Landon,” I explained as she gave me a knowing smile.
“He’s hot,” Lauren said in a low voice, glancing around and giggling. “Like I’m the only woman here to have ever said that. It’s true, though.”