Erotic Nights

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2- The unknown run-in

Jocelyn looked at Miles and discreetly gulped. As much as she suspected he might be a virgin, she was shocked to find out he was, and she wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Say something,” Miles quietly said after a long period of silence. He released his hands from behind her and stepped back, raking his fingers through his hair. Feeling embarrassed, he had waited so long to say something to her.

“Miles,” she paused, thinking of the right thing to say without hurting him. “I don’t know what to say. A part of me wants to say come home with me. So I can help change that status. Then there’s another part of me saying I need to hop in my car and take off. But as I stand here looking at you, I’m telling myself that it would be extremely rude of me to do either one… I’m at a loss for words.”

He walked around her car, opened the door, and waved his hand, showing her to get in. After she sat in the driver’s seat, he rested his hands on the roof of her car and leaned his head inside. “I appreciate you deciding not to do either one, so, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said quietly, then looked away from him and looked out her windshield. “I don’t understand how you can be thanking me after what I’ve done to you.”

“Why? You didn’t do anything wrong,” he side smiled. “It’s not like we were official or anything. Besides, I knew it would happen. It’s my luck when I find myself a hot looking chic. Anyway, I may be a virgin and have been saving myself for the right woman in that department, but one thing is for sure-”

“What’s that?” She asked, looking back his way, expecting him to snap at her and thought she wouldn’t blame him if he did.

His face lit up like a light bulb, and he smiled. “I sure liked eating that pussy of yours; it gave me satisfaction knowing you were happy and satisfied.” He reached for her chin and leaned forward, pressing his lips softly to hers. “I’m not going to dwell on you not choosing me. I had fun with the times we spent together, and what I will say is, I wish you well, and I hope you’ll find who and what you’re looking for.”

“Thanks, Miles,” she breathed in relief. “I hope you find the one for you, too. You’re a good man, and you deserve that special woman in your life.”

“Have a good night.” He shut her door, patted the roof of her car, and stepped back with a smile. Watching her drive away, he waved. He may not have gotten the girl, but he felt happy to have at least one last night with her.

Instead of going home, she went back to the office to finish the paperwork she had been working on before leaving to meet Miles. Since it was after eight at night, she didn’t think anyone would be in the office, and she felt it would be the perfect time to get the rest of her work finished. After exiting onto the tenth floor and turning around the corner, she was surprised to see lights peeking between the flooring and the bottom part of the door.

She didn’t see or hear anyone as she opened the door and figured whoever left last forgot to lock the door and shut off the lights. She shrugged it off and proceeded to walk towards her office until she noticed a light on in the conference room; she slowly walked over to the room to see who was inside, expecting to bust Alex in the room, boinking a client. Instead, she saw a couple of men talking to each other, looking serious while swapping papers and files back and forth to one another, recognizing one of them—an older gentleman named Finn, and the owner of the law firm. But what caught her eye was the other man Finn was in deep discussion with. A younger, good looking, well dressed, and dark-haired man. Who seemed to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He’s a God. She whispered underneath her breath as she stared at him.

While eyeing the man she thought was a gorgeous God, curious as to who he was, he turned his head and looked her way. She was lost in his dreamy good looks and didn’t notice him eyeing her. When she finally came around and saw him looking at her, her eyes widened, and she felt her heart stop. Unsure of how long he was looking at her, she felt embarrassed and walked quickly to her office, fumbling with her keys as she tried unlocking the door. She finally got the key to turn and quickly stepped inside, locking the door behind her.

“Who was that?” the younger man asked.

Finn furrowed his brows. “Who was who?”

“That woman who was just standing at the window, looking in?”

“I didn’t see her,” he said, looking towards the glass. “What did she look like?”

He smiled without realizing he was. “She was young, tall with long dark wavy hair, olive-colored skin, and beautiful,” he said in awe, then muttered, and she had one nice rack that I wouldn’t mind sinking my face into, rocking my head from side to side and lip-vibrating the sound burr...

“Quinn, quit thinking with your damn dick, and let’s get back to figuring this shit out,” Finn growled.

“Did I say something?”

“You most certainly did. I heard you clear as day, and let’s get one thing straight. There’ll be no motorboating any woman employed here in my law firm. Got that?”

That’s what you think, Quinn thought to himself, feeling if he wanted to get something straight and to motorboat a hot looking woman as she, he will do it. No matter what his father says.

“The woman who you just described sounds like Jocelyn Payne, but then again, I could be mistaken. There are a couple of women employed here that fit the description of who you just described.” He put his glasses back on and picked up the paper he was looking at before getting interrupted. “Now, where were we?”

Quinn looked at the stack of papers in front of him. He remembered seeing her name earlier and dug through the employee’s files, looking for hers. Finding it, he pulled it out and looked through her file again. Seeing all the cases she’s won and the ones she lost (which was very few since she started there). He felt extremely impressed with what he saw. He looked back over to his father arching one brow high, with his other brow lowering. “Are you set on Graham?”

“I think so. Why?”

He handed the file over and pressed his finger down onto the file. “Have you seen her record? It’s quite impressive.”

He looked at the name he was pointing at, removed his glasses, and folded his hands. “I know of her and have met her a few times. She’s good. Graham is better. Plus, thirty years he’s been employed here, and he knows the ways. Whereas three years she’s only been employed here.”

“And...”

“My point is, he has more experience.”

Quinn rubbed his five o’clock shadow, thinking while staring at the file. He felt just because Graham’s been employed with his father for as long as he has and had a substantial winning track record didn’t mean shit to him. Seeing the cases she’s won for only being a lawyer in the short time she’s been there, told him everything he needed to know, and wanted to give her a chance. “I say we hold off on picking Graham as a partner. It looks like the two of them have some pretty big cases coming up. Let’s see what happens with those cases, and we go from there.”

Finn cleared his throat and reached for her file, placing it on top of Graham’s. “Fine. I’ll put you in charge of this. Instead of coming in next week, I will have you start working inside the office tomorrow. Whatever cases you’ve got going on, I’m going to ask that you share them with Graham and Jocelyn.”

“What?” He interrupted. “I can’t share those cases; we have an attorney-client confidential agreement.”

“Which also can be shared with other counsel, meaning them... I want to see how they’ll react under pressure with the new cases and added court dates. You will divide whatever cases you have between the two and, while in court, you will sit between the client and attorney, and you will listen to what’s being said without saying a word. Let’s see how damn good they are.”

“My clients aren’t going to like that.”

“Why?”

“They want to win; that’s why.”

Finn laughed. “You yourself said you’re impressed with Jocelyn’s work. I’m impressed with Graham’s. They’re both winners. What’s better than having two attorneys for your case, free of charge.” he said, standing. He picked up the files, headed towards the door, then turned and pointed. “I will, however, mention this to you one more time. My mind is set on Graham, and when this is done, you’ll understand why Graham is the better choice. I’m going to go home and get some shut-eye. Night.”

Quinn sat in the chair, rubbing his face, wishing he would have just kept his mouth shut. He liked working from home, enjoyed arguing his point across in court and winning. With him having to work from the office and babysit two grown adults, who were also attorneys, it wasn’t sitting well with him. He snatched the papers and files Finn didn’t grab and headed back to his old office.

He was sitting in his chair, organizing his desk, when he heard keys clanking. He stood, walked over to the door, and peeked his head out. There she is... His head peeked out the door long enough to be able to study her, holding his breath, trying not to make a sound as he watched her swing her hair behind her before grabbing the handle of her briefcase on wheels. The only view he was able to see was the side of her. It wasn’t much of a sight he wanted to see, but it was enough to see she had one fantastic body. A body he wanted to devour.

Once she was out of his sight, he looked back at his desk, saw the stack of papers he hadn’t put away, and sighed. He knew he needed to put the paperwork away before someone saw what was going on, but he also wanted to catch her before she got onto the elevator. Figuring he would get to the office first thing in the morning, and before everyone arrived, he hit the light switch, shut his door, and rushed towards the door, turning off the lights and locking the door as he left.

He heard the ding of the elevator and rushed around the corner. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold those doors!” He called out. He got to the elevator just as the doors were closing and stuck his foot in between the closing doors, stopping it.

Jocelyn jumped when she saw a foot sticking through the doors and stepped further back, pulling the briefcase that was on wheels with her. The moment he stepped on the elevator and lifted his head, she gasped.

“That was close,” he smiled.

She softly giggled. “Yeah, it was,” she said, trying to avoid his stare. God, I hope he doesn’t realize I was the one standing outside the glass windows staring at him.

He looked away from her and looked over to the buttons on the wall, holding his thumb out to press the floor level he needed, then lowered his hand and crossed his arms. “I see we’re going to the same level,” he smiled. “You’re here awfully late,” he said, looking down at her briefcase. “Attorney, are you?”

“I had to finish some paperwork for the morning. And yes. I’m a criminal and trial attorney for McAndrews Law Firm,” she informed then noticed how he was checking her out and cleared her throat as she looked down, making sure her skirt wasn’t sideways or that she had spilled something on her white-colored blouse from her dinner with Miles. Feeling his eyes were still on her, she rolled her eyes up, taking a quick sneak peek at him. Seeing his eyes were still on her, she felt like taking a quick look at something else and rolled her eyes down to his crotch, nearly choking after seeing he had a nice bulge hiding behind his pants.

“Like what you see, do you?”

Her eyes widened, and she felt her stomach drop to the ground. “Excuse me?” She asked, lifting her head. Who is this guy anyway? She thought after seeing the devilish grin on his face.

“You heard me,” he cheered, taking a step closer to her and extending his hand, wanting to shake hers. More like he wanted to see her tits bounce if she were to shake his hand. “You were checking me out, weren’t you?”

“I’m sorry, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, trying not to stutter. She felt embarrassed and nervous at the same time while he stood directly in front of her smiling a cocky smile.

“Yes, you were,” he gleamed with pride, liking how she was turning crimson red in the face.

“Please, get over yourself. If anyone was checking someone out, it was you.”

“I was checking myself out?” He chuckled.

“No, you were checking me out,” she hissed, getting flustered.

“Yeah, so? What’s wrong with checking out a woman? Especially one who’s dressed as sexy as they are, showing off those long slim legs of hers, and wearing black Christian Louboutin pumps.”

Her brows furrowed, and she quickly looked down at her heels, then back up to him. “Are you gay? Not that I care, but still. Are you?”

He held his hand to his chest and bellowed a laugh. “Me? Gay? I highly don’t think so. I love women,” he said, leaning forward and giving her a sexy wink that got her stomach fluttering. “What makes you think I’m gay?”

“Because you knew the designer of my shoes. Usually, that’s something guys don’t know, unless...” Oh my God, can I say, awkward? She thought, turning more red in the face and wishing the elevator would get to the level she needed to be on. Then she remembered he was going to the same level as her and looked away.

“Well, I’m not. So, let’s go on to the next question. What’s your name?” She could tell he was leaning closer after smelling the woodsy, warm, and spicy scent of his cologne become more robust, causing her body to tingle after the smell of him continued filling her senses.

She felt embarrassed now more than ever. Then she got a feeling of relief when the elevator stopped, and the doors opened.

Between his good looks, his charm, kissable lips, and his deep masculine smell. Jocelyn didn’t think she could be in the elevator with him any longer. She felt tempted to see how he tasted, especially after seeing the outline of his crotch, thinking he might be blessed with something unique, and the thought had her mouth watering. She thought it was getting hot in the small enclosed space and couldn’t think straight any longer.

Ignoring his question, she gripped onto the handle of her briefcase, and as he stepped to the side and held the door open for her, she walked out. She started walking towards the exit doors and looked behind her as she walked, hoping he wouldn’t follow her. She turned back around when she saw him standing outside the elevator, looking at his phone, and she closed her eyes. Thank God. Hopefully, this is the last time I see that man.


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