Reasonable Doubt: Volume 1

There were hundreds of new women on the site now, but very few of them caught my eye. The ones that did seemed too good to be true, so I didn’t bother clicking on their full profiles.



Just as I was reading about a math professor, a cup of coffee was set on my desk.



“Good morning,” Aubrey whispered.



I didn’t answer. I continued to scroll through online profiles; she’d get the point eventually.



She sighed. “Andrew—”



“It’s Mr. Hamilton.” I looked up, immediately wishing that I hadn’t. She looked even more stunning today than she did yesterday. She was wearing the same grey dress she’d worn to her interview, and it was tighter today than it was on that day. Her hair was falling in soft curls that fell past her shoulders, and her blue eyes were bright, hopeful.



“Can I talk to you for a second?” she asked.



“Is it about your work?”



“No...”



“Is it about my work?”



“No...”



“Then no. Get out.”



“It’s about yesterday.” She stood still, making my c**k stiffen as she bit her lip.



“Yesterday was a mistake, a regrettable moment in both of our careers, and I assure you that it won’t be happening again.”



“That’s not what I was going to say.”



“Miss Everhart,” I said, standing up from my desk and walking over to her, “you and I work together professionally. If I had known the truth behind all of your ridiculous lies earlier, I would’ve immediately stopped talking to you. And then I would’ve reported you for stealing someone else’s information and using it as your own. The fact that you are a liar remains, and unfortunately—given those circumstances and the fact that I’ve already f**ked you, there’s nothing more that needs to be said between us.”



She opened her mouth to say something, but I pressed my finger against her lips.



“Nothing more,” I whispered, bringing my face close to hers. “Understood?”



“You are...” Her bottom lip quivered as she jerked away from me. “You are such an ass**le! I can’t believe that I slept with you!”



“Believe it. I’m sure it’ll be a very good memory for you since you hardly ever have sex.”



She shook her head. “Were you pretending on the phone, too? You’re nothing like the man I talked to at night, nothing like—”



“Please spare me the emotional appeal bullshit, Miss Everhart. I’ll have my next cup of coffee at noon. Thanks.”



“You’ll be waiting.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll get it when I feel like it.”



“You’re going to make me fire you over a cup of coffee?”



“To be honest, you might not want me to make your coffee, Mr. Hamilton.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “There’s no telling what I’ll put in it.”



“I f**king dare you...” I stepped closer.



“Is that a threat?” She shrugged.



“It’s a f**king promise.” I pushed her against the wall and pressed my lips against hers, lifting her leg around my waist.



My c**k had been hard ever since she set down my coffee, and she was rubbing her hand against it through my pants right now, murmuring.



I pulled a condom out of my pocket and pressed it into her hand as I devoured her mouth—biting her soft lips, teasing her tongue with mine. If I could, I would f**k her mouth all day.



As she unzipped my pants, I slipped a hand underneath her dress and pushed her panties to the side, groaning once I felt how wet she was.



“Andrew...” She was taking too long with the condom, so I did it myself. The second I had it on, I slid into her deeply, biting her lips so she wouldn’t scream.



I grabbed her hands and placed them around my neck. “Always wet...” I felt her trying to move her leg from around my waist but I held it still. “Say my name again...”



“Yes...” She gasped as I pounded into her, over and over and over. “Yes...”



“Say it.” I squeezed her ass.



Her murmurs were becoming louder and louder.



“My name, Aubrey...” I kissed her mouth. “Say my name...”



Her pu**y was gripping my c**k tighter and tighter, and her nails were clawing my neck. “I...I’m about to...”



I immediately stopped mid thrust and whispered harshly into her ear. “Say my f**king name, Aubrey...”



Her nails dug into my skin. “Andrew...”



At the sound of my name on her lips, I slid into her again and she came, so perfectly. I felt my own release seconds later, and could feel her burying her head in my chest to stifle her moans, but I tilted her head up.



“Stop that...”



Panting, she kept her eyes on mine. “Stop, what?”



“Hiding your voice from me...” I kissed her lips again, making no move to slide out of her, and we stood there entwined in each other for what felt like forever.



As much as I wanted to tell her to leave and get the hell out of my office, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I kissed her forehead and slowly pulled out, readjusting her dress.



After throwing away the condom, I picked up one of her heels that had fallen off and held it out for her.



Her curls were tousled all over her head, so I smoothed them back into place. As if she was returning the favor, she refastened my zipper and fixed the collar of my shirt.



Then the two of us stood staring at one another. I had no idea what the f**k just happened, and only a part of me liked it. The other half loved it.



“You need to get back to work.” I tugged at the ballet slipper charm around her neck. “You still owe me that Brownstein report, demotion or not.”



“You told me it wasn’t a demotion.”



“I took a page out of your book and lied.” I rolled my eyes and stepped back. “Get back to work.”



“Fine, Mr. Hamilton.” She smiled and headed for the door.



“And when you come back,” I added, “just leave my afternoon coffee on that bookshelf and walk out. Don’t come anywhere near my desk and don’t say anything to me.”



“Why not?”



“Because I’ll f**k you again if you do.”



She blushed and stepped out of the room.



The second she was gone, I fell back into my chair and shook my head.



Twice in less than twenty four hours? Jesus...



I pulled up my latest case file, but I couldn’t bring myself to read it. All I could think about was Aubrey.



I’d felt something like this before, and I knew it would lead to nothing but despair. What I felt was nothing deep, nothing all-encompassing—yet, but it was real, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.



I’d built the last six years of my life detaching myself from any chance of having feelings for someone else, refusing to build any friendships, but Aubrey had snuck by my impenetrable doors somehow. And not only had she snuck by, she’d done it with lies, something I would never allow from anyone else. Something that would make me immediately discard her and never think of her again.



I had absolutely no idea how to handle this. This was uncharted territory and I had no idea where to sail next.



Sighing, I picked up my case file and forced myself to read the first few pages so I could get a grip on myself. Before I knew it, I was lost in my work, and the only thing on my mind was how I was going to convince a jury to believe my latest client’s bullshit.



Before I could call the lead prosecutor and ask what he was offering in exchange for a plea deal, I felt something hot splashing into my lap.



My goddamn coffee.



“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I dropped my papers to the desk, glaring at a red-faced Aubrey. “Did you just throw that into my lap on purpose?”



“I did.” She nodded, and I realized there were tears in her eyes. “Bringing you your coffee is my job, right?”



“Are you f**king bipolar?”



“No, I’m just a liar like you said. I’m actually just like you, but at least I can admit when I haven’t told you the truth, at least I have a reason.”



“Excuse me?”



Tears fell down her cheeks. “You have a visitor at the front desk.”



“Is it your replacement?” I asked dryly. “Because I swear to God, if these stains don’t come out of my pants—”



“It’s your wife.”



***END OF EPISODE ONE***