Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel (6 page)

I don’t even
spare her a glance as I stand up from my chair. “That’s
not how we do things here. Your expertise is in corporate work, which
falls squarely under Bill’s department. McKayla does
litigation, which is under my authority. But there will be a few
cases that you will work on together and, in those instances, you
will be her direct supervisor. Now, after you ladies fill those
papers out, I’ll have our head of resources, Krystal Anders,
come in, get you set up, and introduce you around.”

I don’t dare
take another peek at Mac because the more I look at her, the more I
want her. The more I want her and can’t have her, the angrier
I’m getting. I need some space from her so I can calm down. I
give a nod to Lorraine and head for the door.

“Excuse me,
Matt,” I hear Mac’s honeyed voice call out to me, and my
skin tingles from the sound. It makes me remember the sound of her
cries when she orgasmed. “I have a few questions I need
answered.”

Fuck!

I turn around and
glare at her. “I’m sure Miss Anders can answer whatever
questions you have.”

Before I can even
turn away, she says confidently, “Actually, I doubt she can.
This question is specifically for you.”

Okay, this woman is
no pushover. She’s certainly not intimidated by me, and I’m
wondering how much that has to do with the fact she made my knees
buckle when I came down her throat this weekend. Maybe she thinks she
has power over me.

Lorraine jumps into
the mix before I can even say anything. “I apologize, Matt. Our
little McKayla here doesn’t understand the etiquette of how a
high-powered firm works. I’m sure Miss Anders can help her
out.”

Mac’s chin
sticks out in determination as she turns back to Lorraine. Her voice
is saccharin, but her tone is hard. “And I’m sure Mr.
Connover needs to answer this question.”

Damn, she’s
fucking fascinating. I watch as Lorraine starts to stammer, her face
flushing red at Mac’s temerity to question her. She opens her
mouth and I have a sneaking suspicion she’s getting ready to
ream her ass, so I quickly say, “By all means… how can I
help you?”

Mac turns to me.
“Well, I’m assuming when you ‘acquired’
Lorraine’s firm, you took on all of her assets as well as her
debts?”

I nod at her.

“I’d
like to know if you intend to honor the firm’s debt to me of a
few missed paychecks I went without when we had some leaner times?”

Well, that’s
certainly interesting, and my eyebrows involuntarily shoot up in
surprise. I take a quick look at Lorraine, and her face goes even
redder.

“I’m so
sorry,” Lorraine says to me, not Mac. “I completely
forgot about that.”

Why she’s
apologizing to me when it was Mac’s paycheck she missed is
beyond me, but I’m guessing it has something to do with her
self-absorbed nature.

Holding my hand up
to Lorraine, who thankfully shuts up, I turn back to Mac. “While
your question was important, Miss Anders could have indeed handled
that. Regardless, I’ll ensure your past paychecks are caught up
before the end of the day. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a
meeting to attend. I’m sure Miss Anders can handle your other
questions.”

Lorraine tries to
apologize one more time, but I turn my back on her and head to the
door. Just as I reach it, I look over my shoulder at Mac. “McKayla…
let’s plan on meeting at 4:30 PM to go over your new duties in
the litigation department.”

I don’t even
wait for her to say anything, because what could she say other than
“yes”?

Back in my office, I
stew all day about her being here. About her being my fucking
employee. I had done a damn good job of spending Sunday afternoon and
evening purging her from my thoughts. I’d even gone as far as
to try and find fault with our fucking, telling myself it wasn’t
as great as I built it up in my mind. I had just been in a dry spell
so any sex would have been the best ever.

Every bit of those
idiotic thoughts flew out the window when she walked in, looking
glamorous and tough all at the same time, her satchel briefcase
casually draped over her shoulder. When the lust slammed through me,
I knew that I lied to myself the night before and that she had indeed
been the best night of my life.

And fuck, that
pissed me off even more, because I don’t like that shit in my
business. While I briefly contemplated what it would be like to see
her again, I never imagined it in this setting.

Absolutely
impossible. I cannot fuck an employee so I’m going to forget
this weekend and move forward.

By the time Mac
knocks on my door for our afternoon meeting, I have myself
absolutely, one-hundred percent convinced that I can put this past
weekend with Mac out of my mind and be able to work with her. I just
need to make sure she understands the boundaries.

I call for her to
come in, even though I’m finishing up a phone call on a case
I’m trying to settle. I point at one of the chairs opposite of
my desk for her to sit in. She does so and I hastily have to avert my
eyes while she crosses those long legs, pulling down on the hem of
her skirt past her knees. I don’t want to get caught blatantly
checking her out.

“No, we’re
not settling for that amount. Twenty-five is our bottom line. You
have until close of business tomorrow to decide and let me remind
you… I not only represent Mrs. Sanderson, but I also represent
each of her three children, and if you don’t pay the
twenty-five, then I’ll be filing Mrs. Sanderson’s suit
only. And after I’ve dragged your company through the
shit-storm that is our legal system for the next three years, I’ll
file the first child’s suit... and I’ll drag your ass
through the same shit-storm for the three years after that. Then the
next child’s, and then the next. I’ll have you tied up in
litigation long after you’re ready to retire from the practice
of law, and get this… I couldn’t give a fuck if I win
even one of those cases. The mere fact I’ll drown you in legal
expenses makes me go all tingly inside. So do yourself a favor, pay
the twenty-five and save yourself the heartburn.”

Just like that, my
opposing counsel crumbles and I hear with a heavy sigh, “Fine.
Twenty-five it is.”

“Very good. I
expect the check tomorrow by noon.”

I hang up the phone
and type a quick note into the client’s file, summarizing the
conversation. I need to call my client to tell him to the good news,
but I want to get Mac off my plate first.

When I finish my
note and turn away from my computer toward her, she says, “So…
sounds like you just settled a case for $25,000. Congrats.”

“Try
twenty-five million,” I say blandly.

Mac’s
beautifully fuckable lips purse into an “O,” and her eyes
go round with shock. “Excuse me?”

“Twenty-five
million.”

Mac regains her cool
though, and asks, “May I inquire as to what type of case?”

Standing from my
desk, I walk over to the mini-fridge built into one of my bookcases.
I pull out a bottle of water, holding one up for Mac, but she shakes
her head to decline.

“Train
accident,” I tell her as I walk back to my desk and sit down.
“Mrs. Sanderson and her kids were on a train. They were all
killed when a truck driver who was drunk off his ass got his rig
stuck on the tracks. Train couldn’t stop. Kids and mom died a
fiery death.”

“Oh,”
she says, her eyes swimming in sympathy. “That’s
terrible. But hey… you should be happy. What a settlement!”

“It was worth
more,” I tell her flatly, still a little burned up that we
settled for that amount.

“Then why
didn’t you settle for more? Seems like you had the upper hand.”

“Mrs.
Sanderson’s husband doesn’t want to go to court. At all.
He says he just doesn’t have it in him to relive the pain of
what happened. So he gave me the authority to take the one million
they were offering today and told me to make the case go away.”

“So you were
bluffing just then?”

“That I was,”
I confirm.

Before Mac can ask
any other questions about the case, I decide to lay it on the line.
“I’m not happy about you working here.”

Those green eyes of
hers go a shade paler and look to be tinged with frost. The coolness
of her voice matches her stare. “I gathered that by your icy
welcome this morning. I get that you’re mad about it. I guess I
just can’t figure out why?”

“You can’t
figure out why I’m mad?” I ask incredulously, and then
lower my voice to a growl. “How about because I had my tongue
between your legs two days ago, or the fact we both almost overdosed
on orgasms, or maybe it’s because I got a fucking hard-on the
minute you walked in that conference room door? Take your pick…
there are a variety of reasons why I’m mad.”

Yeah… didn’t
mean to admit my hard-on to her, but fuck… it pissed me off
the way my body reacted to her so violently. I expect Mac to be cowed
by my words, maybe to tremble or shed a tear.

Instead, she says,
“I’m not sure why this is a problem? We spent a night
together. It’s over. We forget about it, and we go on.”

It takes every bit
of strength I possess not to leap on her right then and there, push
her to the ground, pull her skirt up, rip her panties off, and fuck
that silly nonsense right out of her head. There’s no way I
could forget that night, and I’m pissed that she sure as hell
acts like she can.

So I retaliate. “I
don’t need this shit in my business. I don’t need you
walking around all doe-eyed at me, hoping for something more.”

Now, did I think Mac
would do something like that? Hell no.

Did I maybe
subconsciously hope she’d do that? I plead the Fifth.

“
What
?”
she practically shrieks at me. “What makes you think I’ll
be doing that?”

“I’m
just anticipating it. It’s a woman thing,” I tell her
with a shrug of my shoulders. I really don’t think that, but
her calm assuredness in the face of something that is really freaking
me out is pissing me off even more. It’s time to set her back
on her heels a little.

Mac, though, isn’t
going to wait around for that. She shoots out of her chair, leaning
over my desk and slapping her palms on the wood surface. “Listen,
you jackass,” she sneers at me. “I can conduct myself in
a businesslike manner, and yeah… you got me to scream a few
times the other night. But I can guarantee you—you’re not
the only man in New York that can accomplish that feat. I’m
certainly not in any danger of walking around all… What did
you call it? ‘Doe-eyed?’ I’m not even sure what the
fuck that is.”

Holy Christ, that’s
fucking hot. She stands there, eyes looking all wild and her chest
heaving with the exertion of her anger, and I want to bend her over
my desk and fuck her hard.

“One last
thing,” she says, and I blink my eyes to focus on her rather
than the porn I was inventing in my head. “I’ll do my
job, and I’ll do it well. But if you so much as try to fire me
or treat me any differently because of our little encounter, I’ll
sue you for discrimination faster than you can blink. Are we clear?”

She is absolutely
sexy as hell in all of her raging glory, but I don’t like to be
threatened so that causes me to lock my jaw and glare at her. Still,
I manage to give her what she wants. “Crystal clear.”

Mac doesn’t
say another word, just spins on her heel and marches out of the room.

Leaving me with my
eyes pinned to her ass and another hard-on between my legs.

I love working on
Saturday. The office is usually completely empty of people, the
silence hangs thick in the air. I can work with abandon, not worrying
about getting interrupted a million times a day. Usually, I can
condense almost an entire week of work in a good, ten-hour Saturday
if I really concentrate.

Except, I can’t
concentrate for shit. A certain woman by the name of Mac Dawson is
haunting my thoughts. Has been all week, actually, but today, it’s
even worse because I know she’s down in her office working as
well on this beautiful Saturday.

I’m happy at
least that the week got progressively better, and Mac and I made
amends of sorts. I actually extended the olive branch a few days
after I called her “doe-eyed” and she threatened to sue
me.

I went to her office
and, after she invited me in, said, “Look… I want to
apologize for what I said the other day. I was more than a little
unsettled when you walked in, and it had nothing to do with that
bullshit about you being ‘doe-eyed’. In fact, I’m
not even sure what the hell that means myself.”

She just stared at
me impassively, and I think she was making me work for my
forgiveness. Still, I made sure she really understood my position.
“It’s important to me that my business stay business, and
my personal remain personal. Understand?”

“Totally,”
she agreed.

“I mean…
the other night, we were explosive,” I said.

“To the moon,”
she added on.

“And that has
no business in this office.”

“No place at
all.”

“No matter how
hot that experience was.”

“It’s
not even an issue.”

“So…
we’re in agreement?”

“I have no
clue,” she said with a smile, and I had to fight the urge not
to return it. “But if what you’re trying to say is that
what we had was amazing, but that it is over and done with, then I’m
in full agreement.”

“Then we can
put that in the past and never think about it again?” I asked
to make sure we were on the same page.

“It’s
already gone from my mind,” she said with a confident nod of
her head.

So apologies were
made and we agreed not to talk or think about it ever again.

But give me a
fucking break. We might not be talking about it but I know every
night this week I’ve gone home and jerked off, thinking about
that one night I had with her. I have to wonder if she was doing the
same or if she has seriously put it out of her mind.