Revealing Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #3) (10 page)

"Coincidental my ass," she said out loud as she
tossed the book on the bed then drifted off to sleep exhausted.

At 10:38
A.M.
the next morning she was
awakened by a knock at her door. She opened it and signed for an
overnight package. Natalie tore it open and discovered another copy
of
The Leg Thing
.
She glanced at the Post-it note with the name Rebecca on it and
frowned. She searched the envelope for a return address and could
find none. Then she picked up the printed articles, enclosed with
the book, and studied them curiously. She sat down and read every
word. One of the cases caught her attention. A case where a young
man was awarded an undisclosed settlement rumored to be in the
six-figure range with a complaint similar to hers. And that author
was nowhere near as big as Jillian Grayson. An attorney from New
York named Josh Roth handled the case and was quoted in the
article.

Natalie located the Web site for the law firm,
clicked on Josh's picture, and found him to be young and
attractive. She smiled when she located a recent article featuring
Josh as one of New York's most eligible bachelors. He was single as
well. What twelve hours ago seemed like a complete nightmare was
looking more like a dream come true. She was already planning how
to spend the settlement money.

Natalie was standing at the reception desk of
one of the most prestigious law firms in New York City. She was
wearing a pair of supertight jeans and an equally tight top that
showed off all her assets. Under her top, she wore a lace miracle
bra, which made her look a full cup larger than her God-given Bs.
She looked hot.

The young female receptionist glared at her as
she said, "As I told you twice before…without an appointment you
will not be able to see Mr. Roth. He's in meetings all day."

Natalie picked up her copy
of
The Leg Thing
from the counter and glanced around the busy lobby. She
paused to think and then headed out to the bank of elevators. She
watched as attorneys and clients walked in and out of the offices.
Nearly all the men who walked by gawked at her as they passed, but
Josh Roth was the only attorney for her, and she would wait as long
as it took.

Two hours later she saw him heading out of the
offices toward her. She stood quickly and waited as Josh hit the
button for the elevator. She moved next to him and dropped the book
on the floor. When she didn’t make any attempt to pick it up, he
glanced to her, smiled in surprise at her beauty, and happily
reached down to retrieve the book for her.

As he handed the book over, she looked at him
curiously. "Aren't you Josh Roth?"

"I am."

"I read about the Langley - Watson case. I was
impressed."

"Oh, thank you."

As the elevator doors opened Natalie said, "Can
I talk to you for a moment?"

He glanced at his watch as she looked at him
hopefully. He nodded, and they moved away from the elevator
traffic.

"What can I do for you?"

"It's a private matter," Natalie said, touching
his arm and leaning in close. He sighed and she added, "I promise
it won’t take more than five minutes."

He stole a quick look at her impressive
cleavage. "Five minutes."

As Natalie followed Josh back to the lobby of
the firm, she shot a snotty look at the receptionist who was now
watching her in astonishment.

Inside Josh's office, Natalie sat in an
expensive leather chair that was placed in front of his desk. "Now
what can I do for you Miss ?" he asked and looked at her
expectantly.

"Natalie Brookhart." Natalie placed the book on
his desk, and he picked it up then glanced at the cover. She said,
"That's me."

"What, you posed for this picture?"

"I might as well have. That picture on the cover
represents my character in the story. The book is all about
me."

"I don’t understand."

"I can do that ballet pose on
the cover, and I was dating Jaclyn West's boyfriend at the time she
was writing this. Her real name is Jillian Grayson. Inside this
book are intimate details about my personal life and outright lies.
You know how in a novel it says some crap about 'none of this is
based on real people or events'?" Josh nodded, and she continued,
"Well it's mostly based on me and real events. I'm the
author's
imagination
."

He picked up the book and studied the cover,
impressed. He said, "You can really do this?"

She nodded with a sexy smile.

"Wow, you're flexible."

"A lifetime of ballet lessons. I'm very
flexible."

"Did they use your real name in the book?"

"No, but it is based on me."

"Look Miss Brookhart, it—"

"Natalie," she interrupted with a sexy
smile.

"Natalie, it would be very difficult and
expensive to prove that the character in this book is based on
you."

"I can prove it in ten seconds."

"How?"

"By doing the leg thing—would you like to see
it?"

He exhaled deeply and shot
back, "Sure I would
love
to see it."

Natalie moved to the door. "Can I lock this? It
would be embarrassing if someone walked in." He nodded, and she
locked the door and then moved to stand three feet from him beside
his desk. "I also need to take off some of this—do you mind?"

Okay, he thought, Now maybe I really do want to
see this.

He waved her off with a smile. She grinned and
slipped off her shoes and jeans. She wore a tiny black lace thong
and he swallowed hard when he saw it. She stretched slowly from one
side to the other. His heart beat faster as he watched her. She
stood tall, paused, grimaced uncomfortably then widened her eyes to
him as she removed her top. Her matching black lace bra appeared
along with a clear view of her nipples through the sheet
fabric.

"Sorry. I'm used to doing this either in a
leotard or nothing."

"It's not a problem."

Josh stared at her mesmerized as she slowly rose
up on the toes of her right foot; she lifted her left leg until her
foot pointed directly at the ceiling. The fabric of her black thong
had partially slipped between the lips of her pussy and the pink
folds were a stark contrast to the barely one-eighth of an inch of
material separating them. He adjusted his suit pants a bit as his
glance traveled slowly from her floor-touching toes all the way up
to her ceiling-pointing foot.

"I can hold it this way for ten minutes at
least."

"Wow."

"I used to be able to hold it a lot longer when
I was sixteen."

"Sure…Uh, how old are you now," he said as he
thought, please be at least eighteen- please be at least
eighteen.

"Twenty-one."

Yes, he thought. Josh's mouth dropped open as
his gaze traveled back down, stopping briefly at her tits then he
tilted his head to drink in her ass, but only for a moment before
his eyes locked onto the featured item—her beautiful almost fully
on display pussy.

"You see that is me."

He held up the cover, glanced at it, and then
back to her, "It, uh, sure looks like you."

Natalie gave him a satisfied smile, she slowly
lowered her leg and he, of course, followed it all the way down.
She bent over away from him to pick up her top and flashed him a
breathtaking view of her heart shaped thong-covered ass. He stared
at it while breathing heavily then slid his chair in closer to his
desk to hide his excitement.

He watched as she slipped on her top, jeans, and
shoes, and then returned to the chair. When she was seated in front
of him again, he said, "But even if we prove that this is about
you, what—"

"Look, I'm made out to be some lunatic,
man-chasing, anal-sex whore who uses men…and toys with their
affections. None of it is true. I want her to pay."

"Proving damages will be very difficult."

"All I ask is that you read the sections that I
have marked. Read all the stuff about Rebecca. It's all stolen from
my life."

"Okay, I will read it and get back to you."

Josh stood and Natalie didn't make a move to
leave. He gave her a look and she said, "I can wait. It'll only
take about twenty minutes."

"You want me to read it now? I was about to grab
some lunch."

"I'll bring you anything you want. You stay here
and read, and I'll be right back."

He sat back in his chair defeated. She stood and
leaned over his desk with her breasts hanging down deliciously in
front of him. He stared directly into the valley while she said, "I
promise you, once you’ve read it, you'll see that I have a case.
Just give it a quick read."

Josh tore his eyes away from her cleavage and
looked to her face, "Okay, I'll take a club sandwich from
O'Malley's on the corner."

"You've got it."

Natalie slipped out the door. Josh read the
marked pages and was a little shocked by all of it. He read how
they made fun of Rebecca for being a technical virgin and how
Anastasia and Brice made passionate love together. He was more than
a little turned on by the combination of Natalie's strip show
followed by the erotic prose.

When Natalie returned with his sandwich, she
stopped at reception. The receptionist called Mr. Roth and then
showed her to his office while wearing a skeptical sneer.

Once Natalie was back in the chair, Josh gave
her an apologetic look, "It's a novel so even if a fictional
character is loosely based on a real-life individual, as long as
the public cannot identify the real-life individual from the
context in which the fictional character is portrayed, there is
little risk of liability to the author."

"But what if the public can identify the
individual?"

"Well, then you might have a slight chance of
winning a case, but only if the individual is defamed in the
work."

"Oh, I'm defamed all right."

"So this technical virgin thing and the other
bizarre behavior from this Rebecca character... none of that is
true?"

"Not a word," she said adamantly.

Natalie sat back in the chair, and he said, "You
may very well have a case worth pursuing, but it's a long shot, and
we would require at least a twenty thousand dollar retainer to
begin the process. From there, depending on the path we chose, it
could be much more expensive."

"Couldn’t you take this on a contingency?"

"We don’t do that here. We're not a personal
injury firm."

Natalie stood then moved to the side of the desk
and spun his chair toward her. She got down between his legs then
placed both elbows on his knees with her hands near his belt
buckle.

"I want you to sue her for every penny she's
made off this book and every other book she's ever written."

He swallowed hard as he looked up to the
ceiling. "You, uh, have to be realistic about this kind of
thing."

Natalie began running her fingers just over the
waistband of his pants near his belly button. He glanced down to
her with his cock straining to be set free. She noticed his
condition and grinned. "Don't you lawyers take those pro bono cases
sometimes?"

"We do, but generally it’s a completely
different, uh—" he stopped talking when she held the top of his
zipper with one hand and unzipped it with the other.

She glanced up to him with a sexy smile. "That
book is full of lies, and I've been so traumatized from it lately
that I've been acting out sexually. She must pay for putting me
through this."

"I, uh…"

"And I don't manipulate men. I love men and have
too much respect for the gender. I would never…ever…do that."

"I, uh, believe you."

He stopped breathing, as she reached into his
fly and fished out his swollen penis from his underwear, and then
pulled it through the flap. She looked at it impressed. "So will
you take my case counselor?"

"I would need to talk to my partners about it,
but I'd say there's a real good chance that—"

Natalie moved her mouth to the base of his cock,
extended her tongue, and then licked all the way to the head. He
threw his head back momentarily and then gazed back at her, amazed
as her tongue traced three-quarters around the throbbing ridge and
then back again slowly.

"Fuck," he moaned.

She rose up a bit, leaned directly over his
cock, and then moved her head down over him swallowing him in one
motion. She pressed her lips down all the way to his pubic bone,
and he gasped. Then she worked her expert mouth up and down on his
length. He struggled with every thing he had to keep from yelling
out loud.

She pulled her mouth off of him and then wiped
her lips. "A good chance or…"

"I'll, uh, definitely accept your case."

"Pro bono?" she asked as she began jerking him
off. When he closed his eyes and didn’t answer, she stopped.

His eyes shot open, and he looked down as she
stared at him waiting. He said, "Yes, pro bono."

She grinned and then plunged her mouth fully
over him. He gripped the armrest of his chair nearly hard enough to
peel off the expensive leather. Josh's eyes locked on her beautiful
lips as they performed their magic.

As Natalie worked him up and down with her mouth
she reached up and unbuckled his belt. She unbuttoned his pants
then tugged them down to his hips. She lifted her head up then
grinned as she pushed his boxer briefs down under his balls, which
lifted them and pressed them to the base of his shaft. Natalie
licked her lips then held his cock with one hand as she slowly
licked directly between his balls.

"Oh, God," he groaned.

She sucked tenderly on one ball and then the
other, and then she ran her tongue up his shaft back to the slit
and sucked it gently. She moved up and plunged her head over him
quickly up and down as she alternated between gentle sucking and
licking.