Page 7 of Cocky Counsel

Finally, she broke her attention away from the window and started to unpack her lunch, which surprisingly was pasta as well. I laughed and wondered if Kate had anticipated that we would have lunch together and ordered us food from the same restaurant on purpose. She was overly receptive to people and had a knack for knowing how to coordinate things, making it all look like it was purely coincidental.

Eva opened the lid to her pasta and leaned forward, closing her eyes as she inhaled the savory aroma of her Penne Alla Vodka. The smell filled the room and mixed beautifully with the Paste Al Pomodoro that was sitting in front of me. We worked on pulling the breadsticks out of the paper bags before digging in. It was silent while we scarfed down our food, neither of us willing to stop to try to make friendly conversation. I watched every now and then when I could sneak a peek and not get caught, as she forked a bite of pasta into her mouth. Everything about her was sexy, including the way she ate her food. When she held the breadstick to her mouth and licked her lips before parting them to take a bite, I nearly lost it.

My dick pressed against the fabric of my trousers as I tried desperately to think of anything other than her mouth wrapped around my cock the way it was with that breadstick. I quickly finished the last few bites before sucking down the last of iced tea while I worked on getting my hard on to disappear. I turned and looked out the window while my mind tried to shift to work-related topics while she finished her sexual assault on the breadstick. Finally, a few minutes later, I heard her toss her disposable fork into the empty container and close it.

“Thanks for inviting me over for lunch,” she said as she started to get up. “I should get back to my office so you can get back to work.”

“You don’t have to rush off, Eva. Believe it or not, we give employees a full hour for their lunch. Not the thirteen minutes it took for you to eat.”

It felt odd to think about what most people did with a full-hour lunch break when I couldn’t remember the last time I had stopped for more than ten minutes to eat. I wasn’t one who stopped to take breaks; there was always too much to get done. But I didn’t want to scare her off right away and have her think that she had to be as obsessed with work as I was.

“I don’t want to keep you from what you need to do,” she countered, still hovering above her chair. The angle that she was standing allowed her shirt to dip in the front, giving me the perfect view of her full breasts that were desperately trying to bust out of the white lace bra she was wearing.

“It’s fine,” I said with a little more aggression than I had intended. “Sit.”

She tilted her head and looked at me, her eyes narrowing slightly at me. I leaned back in the padded chair and folded my hands over my stomach as I watched her sit down and cross her legs under the table.

“So, how are you feeling about your first day so far?”

“It’s good, I’m just trying to get the feel for everything. Figure out my role…” Her voice trailed off with a thought that she didn’t say out loud.

I blew out a breath, knowing that she was still thinking about the night at the club as much as I had been. It was impossible to pretend that it hadn’t happened, but it seemed to be weighing on her mind differently than it had been on mine.

“I’m happy to have Regina come by and go into more detail about your role and what our expectations are for you if you’d like.”

I held her glare as I tossed the offer out there like bait.

“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it.” She folded her arms over her chest and continued to glare at me.

I worked my jaw back and forth, uncomfortable with having to have this discussion. This was the main reason that I didn’t bother with relationships. People started to have feelings and shit, then they expected you to talk about them. I stayed quiet for a few minutes while I tried to think of the easiest way to handle this conversation with the least amount of damage.

“Do you want me to quit?” Her tone was sharp, matching the look she was giving me.

I pulled my head back in surprise.

“Why would I want that?”

One of the first things I learned in law school was that if you wanted to stall and get a feel for what the other person was thinking—answer their question with a question of your own.

“Because it’s weird and awkward between us. We had a quickie in the linen closet of a club and now I work for you.” She threw her hands up in the air. “I mean it’s not like we knew each other when it happened, but it feels weird to work for someone that I barely know, who’s heard the noises I make when I come.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to try to keep from laughing. She was cute when she was angry. I rubbed my lips together in an effort to keep from smiling before I responded.

“No, Eva, you don’t need to quit. While we may intimately know each other, I expect that we can be professional and keep our personal feelings separate from work.”

I hated myself for saying it as I watched the hurt flash across her face before it returned to a stoic expression. That wasn’t how I felt about the situation at all, but I knew that it was the only way that we could work together and not let feelings get in the way. What I really wanted was to close the damn door and fuck her against the window while she admired the view of the city.

“Perfect,” she said tightly. “Well, I better get back to my office. I’m sure my break is close to over.” She stood up and pushed the chair under the table before collecting her trash and throwing it in the bin by the door. “Thank you again for asking me to join you for lunch. It was… enlightening.”

She turned and walked away, leaving me and my blue balls alone in my office with the words I already regretted saying.

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