It is super sexy. My entire body runs warm just thinking about it. Having him throw up my skirt and press me up against a tree, or lay me down by the water and kiss my entire body while people walk past, none the wiser of what was happening? God help me, I'd die.
I take a deep breath so I don't lose myself before my best friend.
"It has been a really long time." I admit slowly. "I mean, a really long time since I've had anything good."
"That last time with David doesn't count. You need a good fucking. So go!"
I think about the night before mediation started, how he showed up and begged me for one last night together. How terrible it all was.
"Okay." I nod slowly and slip the note into my wallet. "I'll do it."
CHAPTER TEN
ERIC
"Can you see me okay?" I shade my eyes and look across the park grounds. Unnecessary with my dark shades, but it added to the spy vibe. "Do I need to move?"
"I see you fine," comes a slightly static-y voice over my Bluetooth ear piece. "I'll go radio silence when she shows up."
"I would hope so. The less she knows, the better."
"I'm not an idiot."
"Debatable."
"I'll remember that the next time you try to pull some shady shit like this." Paxton chuckles, the static making him sound like a creepy circus clown.
"What the hell are you doing that's making this connection so bad?"
"It's fucking Descanso, man. It's a signal blackhole. Way to pick some place terrible. This is further proof you're a shitty attorney."
"Fuck off. I'm turning this shit off. Just make sure you get some good shots." I depress the button on my ear buds and drop them into my shirt pocket.
It's been a while since I've pulled this sort of sting, and I only do it in desperate-measure situations. The women usually know it's me in the photo and are too ashamed to say anything, but a few have guessed the set-up. I need pictures, not to be reported.
Kate, though, is a situation I still haven't worked out. She's been eye-fucking me for weeks, that was obvious. I'm much more covert about the entire thing because I'm a professional, no matter what the Attorney General likes to think. The late-night jack-off sessions to her naked beach pictures obviously don't count.
But then she invited me to her hotel room. That isn't unusual. The fact I can't scrape her from my brain is. Probably because her ex is a giant douche who makes me look like the damn pope and everyone, everyone, knows she's too good for him. Probably.
"I knew it was you, but that still doesn't make this any less surprising."
I turn to find Kate staring with a slight smirk, dimples already bright. She's wearing leggings and an airy tunic with gold sandals and a floppy hat. Standard Los Angeles fare. It looks better on her than most of the plebes I've seen trotting through the streets.
"What gave me away?" I drop my sunglasses a touch to gaze at her sans filter. She's flushed and beautiful in a way that pains me, but also lets me know this entire venture is going to be highly enjoyable.
"Just a hunch." Her smile sparkles in the early-evening sun. "Are those for me?"
"A bit presumptuous, wouldn't you say?" I hide a bouquet of flowers, identical to the ones I sent her, behind my back. "They are for a very beautiful, very deserving woman."
"I'll let you know if I see one around, then."
I pantomime searching through the grounds and walk in a small circle. When I stop in front of her, I give her a lengthy once-over and present the bouquet.
"I've searched far and wide for a beautiful, deserving woman. These are for you."
Kate laughs quietly and accepts the flowers with a curtsy. I extend my arm and she takes it, like two lovers going on a stroll. It is exactly the look I'm going for, but I didn't expect to enjoy it as much as I am.
"Where are we going?"
"Not far." I say vaguely and glance at her again from the corner of my eye. She's wearing oversized sunglasses and a floppy hat, presumably as some sort of cover. I feel like I should be carrying a cane. It would certainly come in handy in the bedroom later.
We stop at my favorite secluded area of Descanso. A full picnic spread is laid out with a chilled bottle of wine, a cheese platter and strawberries. I didn't know what was in it until I set it up because I made Geoff put it together.
I told him I had a hot date and he was on it like fish on a hot dog. Little Geoff is very easy to manipulate. Kate doesn't feel the same way. There is an iron gate up between us. Which is to say, she's very different from the other exes I've banged.
I shake it off and offer her a place to sit.
"Fancy." She sits down delicately. Everything about her looks so purposeful, important. She's more than gorgeous with a sharp tongue, she's intentional. I don't like it.
"I thought it was fitting." I sit next to her and pour two glasses of Pinot Grigio. "I understand this is your favorite? I noticed a few bottles at the hotel room."
"Oh my God." Kate's hands fly to her face and she looks mortified. "I was hoping you wouldn't remember any of that."
"Quite the contrary." I lean in and clink our glasses together. My gaze remains trained on her, hot and pressing. I want her to really feel it. "I dream often about how stunning you were on that chaise. My only regret is how badly I botched it."
"I guess you didn't understand." Kate clears her throat and takes a big gulp of wine. "I'm sorry about that. The whole situation shouldn't have happened. Like right now."
"Why?" I lean in a little more, telling myself it's just for the pictures. "What's wrong with right now?"
"You're David's lawyer." Kate deadpans. "You're the enemy."
"You're just looking at it wrong." I brush a thick strand of hair from her shoulder and her cheeks redden. "In a courtroom? Maybe. I'm only doing what I'm paid to do, just like your lawyer. Vivian and I are friends outside of the office. You and I can certainly be the same."
"Is that what all this? Being friendly?"
I offer a deep, quiet laugh and run my thumb across her cheek. She sits frozen but I can hear her heartbeat racing. My pants tighten as I breathe her in. She smells like sex and promises. She smells like I want to taste.
The things I want to do to her under these trees. Forget the crowds. I would gladly splay her before God and country to run my tongue across her lips.
"I think we both know there is a lot of tension between us." I whisper in her ear and she shivers. "And I think you deserve to have a real man work your body. My pathetic excuse for a client wouldn't know where the clitoris is if he had a map."
"True." Kate whispers.
"I've felt the way you stare at me in the office, Kate. I don't give a shit about clients or money or cases. Right now, I want to give you what you've always been lacking."
She's silent for a very long moment, eyes closed and breath still. She finally licks her red lips and turns to look at me, bright blue eyes shining, but untrusting.
"I know your reputation."
Internally, I groan. Sometimes that reputation comes in handy, like random girls at the bar knowing how big my dick is. This was less than desirable.
"My reputation means nothing. You want a clean slate. I want to be the eraser."
"Why." It's a demand, not a question. I like that.
"Because you're too good for that sack of shit. Because I've been dreaming about making this body shiver under mine for a month, Kate."
She leans in, our noses practically touching, our breaths shared. Her eyes go hooded and soft, like I've finally punched the winning combination to unlock her Pandora's box.
"I have a room around the corner."
I grin. "I'll drive."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
KATE
We are on each other before the elevator doors close. Doubts flooded my mind the whole way here, but every hesitation melted the moment he pressed my shoulders against the elevator walls.
"I'm going to destroy you," he warns. His eyes are dark, a growing storm looming within him. "I'm not gentle. Not in the courtroom, not in real life, not in the bedroom."
"You don't scare me." I whisper back.
"I should."
"Déjà vu." I offer a small smile, but the rest of me is wound up tight, waiting for his next move. "Maybe I need danger."
He stares at me, intense and full of meaning I don't yet know. His jaw works for a second, mulling over the things he wants to say to me, but nothing crosses his lips. Instead, his mouth claims mine.
And
I
Dissipate.
There is no other word, no other sensation. Everything in my brain, for the first time in months, becomes silent and dark. In this tiny elevator car, my world hits the reset button. He is rough, just like promised, but there's an undercurrent of sweetness there.
He fists my hair and we kiss like we need oxygen. We kiss like it's the only way to keep the Earth spinning. We kiss like it is the single thing we've been lacking in our lives for entirely too long.
It's terrifying. It's perfect. I need more.
We tumble out into the hallway. I grab his hand with a grin and pull him to the left, past the gilded picture frames and the art pieces the hotel swears were contracted by local artists but were really bought en masse from China. It is the perfect metaphor. We pass the fake shit dressed in gold to indulge in something real.