Chapter 14: Conner

I could barely believe my eyes when Cass and I walked into the Roxie and found our party waiting for us at a corner table. We were a few minutes late, but it couldn’t be helped. Besides, it was impossible for me to turn Cass down when she was in heat. Which was most of the time.

Sitting at the table was Reed and Allen Benson. Allen looked perturbed that we were late, and Reed already looked drunk. There was a woman sitting next to Reed who kept her seat. I figured it was Allen’s hired gun lawyer, so I ignored her while I greeted the fellows. When I finally set my gaze on her, I felt the breath catch in my throat.

Sitting next to Allen was Mollie the paralegal, the girl that I had had the one-night stand with on New Year’s Eve. I knew then that Mollie wasn’t her real name and that she probably wasn’t a paralegal. I would have never guessed that she was a hot shot lawyer with a firm like Yates Hamilton & Booz. They only hired the best. And if she was sitting here representing a guy like Allen Benson, she had to have been the cream of the crop.

My mouth dropped when I looked at her. She looked nothing like she did then. Her long blonde hair wasn’t down. She wasn’t wearing a tight sweater that showed off her big tits and skinny jeans that showed off her ass. She looked like every other female lawyer in town. Frumpy and boring as hell. Only I knew better. This girl was anything but frumpy and boring. This girl was a fucking firecracker. And I still dreamt of her lighting my fuse.

We both muttered our hellos and tried to pretend like we’d never seen each other naked. I sat directly across from her, which was a mistake because she kept distracting me, doing little things like licking wine from her lips and giving me those dreamy eyes. I tried to ignore the memory of her naked body, tits flouncing as she rode my cock like a rodeo bull. I took a drink to wash away the taste of her memory from my tongue. Despite my best efforts, my cock grew rock hard beneath the napkin in my lap.

Dinner was the usual business-casual chit chat, most of it made with Molly—I mean Katie—stealing glances at me while the others talked. Our eyes met several times and locked for a moment, moving on before it became too obvious that we were gawking at each other.

It was obvious that we both remembered that night well.

How could we not remember it?

It was one of the most amazing nights of my sexual life and hers, took judging by the way she screamed my fake name and dug her nails into my back.

We sipped our drinks and let the others make small talk.

Where are you from originally?

How’d you end up in New York?

How’d you get into that business?

What do you like most about the city?

Blah, blah, blah…

I would have been bored to shit if not for the gorgeous Irish lass sitting across from me trying to look interested in the conversation. I took the time to let my eyes take inventory of her now that I was sober.

She wore very little makeup because she didn’t need it.

She was dressed in a black business suit and white silk blouse that buttoned to the neck.

She wore no jewelry other than a simple watch. No ring on her finger. That made me smile.

Her long hair was pulled back at the sides and clipped behind her head.

The light gleamed in her eye when she looked at me.

We were having a mental conversation all our own while Allen and Reed fawned over Cassandra.

“So, Katie O’Hara, been in New York long?” I asked quietly, so the others wouldn’t feel like they had to stop their chatter and join ours.

“A few years,” she said formally. “I moved here right after law school to join Yates Hamilton & Booz.”

“I’ve heard that Yates Hamilton & Booz has a wonderful team of paralegals,” I said playfully. “In fact, do you know a paralegal named Molly who works there by any chance? I met her last New Year’s Eve at this little dive bar off Times Square. An amazing girl. Very… inventive.”

“I don’t know her,” she said casually. “I’d be happy to ask around for you.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “She’s probably moved on by now.”

“I’m sure she has.” She leaned into the table and lowered her voice. “You know how girls get when they wake up alone.”

I smiled and lifted my drink. “Touché.”

She sipped her wine and dabbed a napkin to her lips. In my mind’s eye I could see her on her knees in front of me, devouring my cock like an idol to be adored.

She asked, “How about you, Conner McGee? Been in the city long?”

“Yes, born and raised upstate. Moved here right after college to join Price Bean & Whitlock. Reed is the guy who recruited me out of Harvard. So, yes, New York City’s been my home for ten or eleven years now. I can’t imagine living anywhere else.”

“I’m told that Price Bean & Whitlock is a fine firm,” she said with a smile, although I detected an air of sarcasm in her voice, but I let it go. Most lawyers hated investment bankers and vice versa, mainly because we ended up fighting over the last nickel left in our clients’ pockets.

I decided that it was time to change gears to give my hardon time to ease. I nodded with my eyes at Allen Benson and said, “I assume you’ve read our offer to buy Benson Digital?”

“I have,” she said, lacing her fingers together on the table in front of her. Her nails were neat and short, without color. She pressed her thumbs together and arched her eyebrows at me.

She was such a stark contrast to the women I was normally attracted to. She was what Reed would call a “Plain Jane”. Then again, Reed didn’t spend New Year’s Eve with her all drunk and naked, banging the shit out of the wall with the headboard.

There was nothing plain about Mollie the paralegal.

Or Katie the lawyer.

“And?” I asked, eyebrows up.

“And?”

I leaned in with my elbows on the table and the glass of scotch between my hands. “And do you see anything that might prevent this deal from going through as planned?”

“No, not on the surface,” she said, shaking her head. “Still, I’d like to review it with your team once more before I advise my client to sign.”

“Review it with my team?”

“Yes, whomever you have assigned as the point of contact,” she said. “I’d like to come to your office first thing Monday morning and spend the day reviewing the points that Allen feels are the most critical, just to make sure we’re all on the same page.”

I gave her a slow nod as an idea formed in my head. “Tell you what. Why don’t you come to my house in the Hamptons this weekend? That way, you and I can personally review the finer points of the deal. Really get deep into it. Sink our teeth in, so to speak.”

“To make sure no one gets screwed?”

She said it with a smirk on her face.

“Yes. Exactly. Unless they want to be screwed, that is.” I held up my glass and waited for her to do the same, a little silent toast to seal the deal. “What do you say, Katie the lawyer? Shall we spend the weekend doing little one-on-one negotiating?”

I tossed out the idea just to see how she would react. Would she be offended? Intrigued? Disgusted? Or would she, like me, jump at the chance to spend a little quality time together reliving the glory and fun of New Year’s Eve?

She narrowed her eyes at me for a moment, like a lawyer assessing the finer points of a case.

She bit the inside of her lip.

For a second, I thought she was going to blow.

I glanced at the others to make sure they weren’t listening. Cass was doing a great job of keeping Reed and Allen busy, as per our plan before coming inside. They were enamored by her beauty and hanging on her every word. Cass could mesmerize a charging rhino into submission, so Allen Benson should be a piece of cake to contain.

It was good to know that if Allen wanted to be a thorn in my side over this deal, Cass would be there to pull him out.

No man could resist her.

Including me.

I had told Cass, “You keep Allen and Reed busy so I can have a private chat with this lawyer to see if he is someone we need to worry about. I had no idea at the time that this lawyer— he—was actually a she; and one that I’d slept with. Pulling off this deal should be a piece of cake.

“Well?” I asked after a moment of silence.

“I think Mollie the paralegal would jump at the chance to do a little…” she glanced over to make sure no one was listening. “One-on-one negotiating with you. However…”

I sighed and gave her a pitiful look. I said, “Katie the lawyer is not Mollie the paralegal.”

She picked up the wineglass and shrugged her eyebrows before bringing the glass to her lips. “Katie the lawyer has a fiduciary responsibility to her client to make sure he’s not getting screwed.”

“Very commendable of her,” I said, raising my glass. “But Katie the lawyer must realize, I’m not looking to screw her client.” That made her smile. “Come on, I already have my weekend planned and my calendar is booked solid for the next few weeks. This weekend is the only time I have to go over this contract with you. If we don’t close this deal quickly, it could be put on hold indefinitely. And I don’t think your uncle wants that.”

“Is that a threat?” she asked.

I held up a hand to ease her back into her chair. “No, it’s simply a fact, the way things work in my world. This is one of a dozen deals I have going at this moment. If it looks like this one is not going to work out, I’ll take the money we were going to pay your uncle and need to move on to the next one. It’s just business.”

She stared at me for a moment with hard eyes, like a fighter sizing up an opponent. “Are you having other people out to the Hamptons?” she asked, picking up her wine glass to hide her lips behind so I couldn’t see if she was smiling or sneering.

“Just you,” I said with a shrug. “Honestly, I’m having work done on my house there. I was going to drive up this weekend to check on things.”

The truth was, I hadn’t even thought about going to the Hamptons before the idea came to me just then. I was having work done, but nothing I had to worry about because my estate manager was overseeing everything for me.

We could have just as easily had our negotiations at my office or my penthouse or some hotel, but getting her out of the city seemed like a much better idea. The Hamptons are quiet this time of year, a perfect place for a quiet, weekend getaway.

“I’m not sure this is a such a good idea,” she said, biting her lip again. I could tell she was almost convinced.

“Look, I promise, business first. We do nothing but focus on the agreement until you are satisfied that your client is getting treated more than fairly in the deal. Then, if we want to get naked and…”

“Shhh…”

“Look, Katie the lawyer, if you don’t come, it’ll just be me in a big old house on the beach… all alone… with nothing but my memories of fun times with old friends.”

She dabbed her lips with her napkin and gave me the look I had been waiting for. “What time should I be ready to leave in the morning?”

“I’ll pick you up at nine,” I said.

“Nine it is.” She finally clinked her glass to mine.

“Excellent.” I pulled one of my cards from inside my jacket and jotted my cell number on the back. “Text me your address.”

I slid the card across the table to her and smiled.

She slid the card into her pocket without the others seeing.

We looked at each other for a moment, then joined in the conversation.

We spent the rest of the night trying to pretend that all was well.

She kept squirming in her chair as if it was hot and wet, and my cock refused to go down.

I couldn’t wait for the night to be over and the next day to begin.