Lovers in law (9 page)

“I’m very pleased to hear it,” he
said. “But don’t apologise. I loved every moment of it. In fact, I
was hoping we might chance upon another doorway again sometime
soon.”

Radford’s smile widened while he
waited to see how I’d react. He couldn’t have made his invitation
clearer had he written it in capital letters across his shirt
front.

As The Savoy catered to every
heart’s desire, I was sure it had a doorway or two to spare. Not to
mention a luxurious suite with the big bed and the locked door
Radford had insisted upon. However, I didn’t want to give in too
easily. If he wanted to take me to bed, he’d have to work for the
privilege.

“It’s difficult,” I said,
playing for time. Despite my bravado and erotic fantasies, I still
wasn’t absolutely sure jumping into bed with Radford was the right
thing to do – no matter how much I wanted to. “This case is
complicated enough without us mixing things up even
further.”

“Then let me simplify things for
you.”

Radford took a step closer
and brushed his fingertips down my arm. He had me backed up against
the wall, one arm resting beside me, blocking my escape route. Not
that I was going anywhere.

“You have a body made for sin and
I’d say you’re no stranger to misbehaving,” he said, placing one
finger across my lips when I tried to argue. “I know all the
reasons why you don’t want to sleep with me – and I could probably
quote you a few of my own. It’s insane. It’s reckless.”

“It’s professional suicide
for me,” I added.

He pursed his lips as if he saw my
point but didn’t want to agree with it. “Only don’t try and pretend
you haven’t thought about it,” he warned. “My imagination doesn’t
stop working once I get home and neither does yours, I’ll bet.”

My blush confirmed it. I prayed he
couldn’t count the multiple orgasms he’d given me in my
imagination, or see the obscene fantasies flashing behind my
eyes.

I placed my hand flat on his chest,
registering his racing heartbeat and the deep rumble of his
breathing. His lips hovered close to mine, slightly parted and
begging to be kissed. I couldn’t stop staring at them or imagining
how they’d felt working their way out across my collar bone.

“Getting involved with you would be
a terrible idea,” I said eventually although my words lacked
conviction.

“True.”

“It would be impossible to hide it
from the clients or colleagues.”

“Maybe.”

“Neither of us would be able to
concentrate on the case.”

“I can’t think straight now so
what’s the difference?”

“It’d be highly
unprofessional.”

“But a lot of fun.”

“I’m not sure I can go through with
it.”

Radford lowered his lips closer to
my ear. “I’m sure you can.”

He smelt of expensive aftershave
and champagne. I already knew how good he tasted.

“I think you need to tell me
exactly what you have in mind,” I said. “I wouldn’t want us to be
at cross purposes.”

Radford laughed softly, his
warm breath sweeping across my neck and shoulders, sending shivers
down my spine. “I’m sure I don’t need to spell it out for a clever
girl like you.”

I bit my lip and moved my hand
lower down his chest, edging towards his belt but stopping short. I
circled my thumb on his abdomen and the muscles clenched beneath my
hand.

“Just to be on the safe side, why
don’t you explain it?” I invited as I slid my hand inside his
well-cut jacket and pulled him towards me. “For the avoidance of
doubt.”

Intrigued, Radford smiled
wickedly and played along. “From the minute I first saw you, I’ve
wanted to fuck you. Kissing you only confirmed what I already knew.
I want to fuck in you every position you’ve ever dreamed of and a
few more we’ll make up as we go along. And if it weren’t for the
fact that I have tens of thousands pounds worth of fees resting on
this case, I’d be hailing a cab right now and taking you out of
here.”

“And are you as good in bed as you
are in court?” I couldn’t resist asking.

He allowed himself an arrogant
smile. “I do all my best work in the nude. I suspect you do
too.”

Desire surged through me like a
flash flood, washing away my resolve and weakening my knees. The
image of Radford lying naked on crisp white sheets with his huge
cock in his hand came rushing back to me and my mouth watered.

But he still hadn’t won me over.
This was my career we were talking about and I didn’t want him to
think he could take me to bed a few times and then throw me aside
when he got bored. I deserved better than that.

He saw my hesitation and backed
off, physically and emotionally. I felt cold without his body so
close to mine and longed to pull him back against me but it was
neither the time nor the place. Any minute now the clients would
come looking for us and I didn’t want Daniel Greene finding Radford
and I discussing the possibility of having sex sometime soon.

“You’re assuming I feel the same
way,” I said, warning him not to be too sure of himself. “Maybe I
don’t want to have an affair with you.”

Radford pushed himself away from
the wall and looked me up and down, his eyes finally coming to rest
on my hips. His smile curved, deliciously slow and full of
invitation.

“Your decision’s already made,” he
told me, giving me his best cross examination stare. “You want to
fuck me as much as I want to fuck you.”

“You have no evidence to support
that.”

His hand moved down to cup my
bum. “Of course you’re going to fuck me. Why else would you have
come to dinner tonight without wearing any knickers?”

I’m telling you, Allie Lawless is
dynamite. Explosive, unpredictable and leaving a trail of
devastation in her wake.

I’d arrived at The Savoy when
everyone was half way through dinner to find Allie on her feet and
Daniel Greene mopping his trousers. Given Greene’s reputation, it
took me less than a second to work out what had happened. I don’t
know how I stopped myself laying the guy out flat.

But then Allie heard my voice,
turned to face me and my heart stopped at the sight of her
smile.

She was wearing the tightest of
black dresses that clung so closely around her perfect arse I saw
immediately she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Thank God my jacket
was fastened because the suddenness of my erection drained the
blood from my head and I felt faint. I’ve always had this fantasy
of meeting a woman in a bar and finding out she wasn’t wearing
anything under her dress.

Now here it was coming true with
the sexiest woman I’d met in a long time – even if it was a case of
look but don’t touch.

Although I’d hoped to sit within
touching distance of Allie I found myself next to the odious Daniel
Greene, a man I have difficulty tolerating at the best of times.
After mauling Allie like that he was lucky to get through dinner
with his teeth intact. However, I was very polite and humoured him
by listening to every excruciating detail about his new car. I
focused on the big, fat fee he’d be paying me soon and smiled
through gritted teeth, pretending I was fascinated, when all I
wanted to do was gaze across at Allie in her dirty-sexy dress and
slide my hand up under its hem.

As soon as she left the table, I
excused myself too and followed her out of the restaurant, taking
my time to admire that beautifully moulded arse of hers. Sensing I
was behind her, she turned and waited for me, and I steered her to
a corner out of sight of the table.

I wanted to book a room there
and then. But I sensed she still wasn’t ready and backed off. This
amount of pleasure was worth waiting for. I contented myself with a
quick squeeze of that lovely bum to check if my underwear theory
was correct.

No panty line and a crimson blush
from Allie told me all I needed to know – my wanking fantasy was
secure for later, even though I’d have preferred to have my hands
on the real thing.

Predictably, Daniel Greene offered
to see Allie home at the end of the night but she was having none
of it.

“I’ll be fine in a cab,” she
assured him, her voice firm but Greene was too drunk to notice when
he was getting blown off.

“It’s no trouble. My driver’s
brought the Bentley. You may as well travel home in style.”

“She said, no.” I stepped between
him and Allie, trying very hard to keep a lid on my temper, despite
Greene practically salivating over her. I signalled that she should
say goodbye to the others and fetch her coat while I kept Daniel
out of the way. Considering we hadn’t known each other for very
long, Allie and I already had a good line in telepathy going and
she beat a hasty retreat.

Not wanting to let Greene out of my
sight for a moment, I steered him out to the main doors and
half-helped, half-threw him into the back seat of his waiting car.
His chauffeur leaned in to fasten the seatbelt and I got the
impression it wasn’t the first time he’d had to do it.

A taxi had pulled up just
behind Greene’s Bentley and I hailed it for Allie, who’d emerged
from the hotel looking anxious.

“Don’t worry. He’s in his car,” I
said. “Do you want me to ride home with you to make sure you’re
okay?”

She clutched my arm and
smiled up at me, her body dangerously close to mine and just
begging to be fondled again. “I might be in more danger from you
than from drunken Daniel,” she said with a laugh. “If you came back
to my flat, things could quite easily get out of hand – so to
speak.” She kissed me lightly on the cheek. “See you
Monday.”

I heard her give the
cabbie an address in Clerkenwell as she settled
into the back seat and gave me a cheeky wave out of the window. I
smiled, even though my cock wanted to die from disappointment, and
watched her cab pull out into the late night traffic.

Being a good lawyer isn’t just
about keeping up to date with legislation or being able to quote
case law blindfold. It’s also about intuition – knowing when
something’s not quite right and having a sixth sense for trouble.
As Daniel Greene’s Bentley pulled out behind Allie’s cab, it felt
like someone had walked over my grave and my spine prickled. I took
the next taxi, gave the driver Allie’s address and told him to
follow at a discreet distance.

After a mile, I realised my
hunch was right and that Daniel was following her. I told my cabbie
to hang back and drop me off around the corner from her block of
flats, from where I saw Allie alight from her cab and do a double
take at the sight of Daniel Greene standing behind her.

“What are you doing here?” she
demanded, fumbling in her bag for her keys. “You’d better get back
in your car and leave right now.”

Before she could get her key in the
lock, Daniel lunged for her, pinning her back against the wall as
he tried to kiss her but she fought him off.

“Get off,” she yelled, appealing to
Daniel’s driver for help but he just looked the other way. It
apparently wasn’t the first time he’d done that either. “Leave me
alone or I’m calling the police.”

Allie’s hands came up to force
Daniel away as she raked her shoe down his shin and stamped on his
foot but he wasn’t to be put off so easily and doubled his efforts.
He was a big man and quickly overpowered Allie, putting his hands
either side of her head and forcing his lips down on to hers, no
matter how hard she kicked and struggled.

By this time I was running toward
them. “Get your filthy hands off her, Greene,” I yelled. “Leave her
alone.”

Daniel
turned toward me in alarm and I made the most of my chance
by landing a punch hard against his jaw. He lurched backwards,
almost dragging Allie with him, and hit the floor heavily, the
impact sobering him up.

He was on his feet again in an
instant and charging toward me, one of his flailing fists catching
me above the eye and splitting the brow. Allie tried to intervene,
shouting at the pair of us to stop, but by now I had Greene on the
floor and was getting ready to punch him even harder.

“Don’t Radford,” she begged,
holding my wrist above my head. “He’s not worth it. Let him
go.”

She was right, he wasn’t worth it,
but the sight of the bruise on her cheekbone and her torn coat made
me lose all sense of reason and my fist slammed into his face again
for good measure.

“Come near her again and I’ll
finish the job,” I warned him, getting up from my knees. “If you so
much as text her, I’ll kill you. Do you understand?”

Greene raised himself up on one
elbow and sneered at Allie. “What did she expect? Leading me on all
night. Couldn’t keep her hands off me. If she weren’t such a
prick-tease….”

The sentence ended abruptly when my
fist made contact with Greene’s right eye. He fell back against the
road with a mighty groan, stretched out in the gutter where he
belonged.

With a look that fell some way
between a warning and admiration, his driver helped him up and into
the car. Only when it drove off did I turn back to Allie who was
crying quietly and shivering beside her locked door.

Without a word, I took her in my
arms, holding her against me, and wanting to kill Daniel Greene for
daring to lay a finger on her.

She relaxed against my chest and
slipped her arms around my waist. My body’s reaction was
predictable and inconvenient, and I moved her away from me slightly
so she wouldn’t feel my rapidly growing erection.

“Let’s get you inside,” I
suggested, taking her keys and unlocking the door. “Greene’s stupid
enough to come back.”

I followed her up
three
flights of stairs and let us into a
top floor flat; a small, cosy apartment that obviously belonged to
someone who spent more time at work than at home. I recognised the
signs.