Page 55 of Choices

I used to wear sundresses all the time during the summer whenever I wasn't riding. I just loved how feminine they made me feel. Even now, in the Fall, I love wearing thick long-sleeved dresses with leggings. So I buy myself a few. And change into one in the car to show off for Matty. I hope he likes it.

I'm damn near giggling as I park in an underground car park in the city a block from the club. Matty's standing at the door waiting for me.

The way he lazily drags his gaze up and down my figure lights a fire inside of me. I give in to the girlish desire and give a little twirl.

"Do you like?"

"Is this new Hannah?"

"This is, old Hannah meets new Hannah. Old Hannah style with new Hannah body."

He wraps an arm around my shoulder before giving me a quick kiss on my hair. "Then I love it."

He leads me inside and tothe elevator. The space feels different in the daytime, almost as if it's still a bank and haunted by the memory of patrons.

It makes me even giddier, this feeling like we're trespassing something we're not supposed to be. Except, logically I know they own the building.

I wrap my arm around his as the elevator door closes and we ride it up to the top floor. DC has height restrictions on its building so the fourth floor is also the top floor.

We hit the fourth floor, chatting away comfortably before he leads me to his office. It's down a hallway, behind another dance floor and bar. It's not large, but it houses several filing cabinets, a large mahogany desk with a laptop, and chairs.

The glass wall shows the bustling DC streets, full of people walking, biking, and e-biking to and from work, each person their own life, their own struggles, their own stories.

Matty picks up a manilla folder from his desk and presents it to me before leaning back on it and crossing his legs at the ankle.

"Most of this is boilerplate verbiage, but I'll want to discuss some specific requests like alimony and visitation/custody agreements."

I take the folder from him and open it up. There are about fifty pages of legalese in here and I don't know what any of it means.

"Okay, where should we start?"

Matty leans forward before turning around again and patting his desk.

"I always do my best work over lunch. Hop on up."

I wrinkle my brow, not quite understanding what he means.

"Are you not into white-collar boys? Just Rico and Santiago? I can be hard like them, too. I can be anything you want me to be." He says earnestly, a small frown marring his handsome face.

I shake my head with a laugh. "Matthew," he beams. "You are perfect just the way you are. I just don't understand what me sitting on your desk, lunch, and these papers have anything to do with each other."

"I'm going to eat you for lunch, and then we can discuss the terms of your divorce."

I laugh so loudly, that I snort. I slap my hand across my nose in surprise. I've never done anything so publicly before. I've never had someone so forward in what they want. I can count on one hand how many times I've received head, and most of them were yesterday, at Matty's boss's command.

I blush red.

"Oh. Is Rico's come still leaking out of you?"

I wrinkle my nose. "No!" I shout. At least I didn't think so anymore. I've never been railed like that before, though, so there's no telling.

Matty smiles before patting the desk again. "Right then. Hop on up."

Choices - I remind myself.

Do I want my handsome lawyer and sometimes stalker to eat me out this morning? Yes. The. Fuck. I. Do.

I sheepishly stand up, lay the papers down on my chair, and hop up on Matty's desk, trying to maintain eye contact like I'm some sort of seductress.

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