Page 1 of A Tempting Motion
Theo
“Better make that a double.”
The blonde’s husky voice has me knocking back my drink to ask for the same. I came straight to this bar from the courthouse when the clock struck exactly five. Hanging my own shingle—starting a criminal defense law firm—sounded glorious until I realized owning a business is hard as shit.
The first, and last, thing I need right now is a distraction, and this stunning angel to my right might be the answer to my prayers. Or my damnation. I’m only two drinks in, so the jury’s still out.
Under the dim bar lighting, I catch a glimpse of copper radiating in her curls. Rosy lips suck around her straw, making me stifle a groan and re-situate the semi forming in my slacks. When I avert my stare from temptation, frost blue eyes meet mine. There’s nothing but heat.
“Wanna buy me a drink first?”
Whiskey goes down the wrong pipe and I punch my chest. The melody of her laugh plays at my expense, and damn if I’m not grinning too.
“Theo.” I nod at her, playing the game where we pretend I didn’t just choke and nearly topple from my barstool.
She tips her drink in my direction. “Britta.” Bringing the glass back to the bow in her lips. “What brings you here?”
My laugh is dry. I used to thrive off this song and dance in law school, but now I’ve got real shit to worry about. Like my innocent client being locked up in prison forever. Never met the heartless bitch of a prosecutor, though our animosity via email borders on hatred.
But this gorgeous vision doesn’t wanna hear about that, and I don’t wanna talk about it. “Work. You?”
“Same. Shapeless pricks trying to dangle their power in front of me.”
“No one likes a limp dick.” I smile before taking a sip.
“You got one?”
Once again, I cough. “One what?”
She smirks and shrugs. “A limp dick.”
My laugh bellows through the bar. This woman catches me off guard, though I’m finding I like being kept on my toes. Much better than the pliant bimbos I used to bed. Still, my eyebrows raise and I smirk before I call her bluff. “Wanna find out, Britta?”
Her beaming grin sends warmth to my hardening cock as she slides off her barstool. Her shapely hips sway to the music while she struts away. I’ve gotten hypnotized by their rhythm when she pauses. “You coming?”
She speaks with confidence, but the timid bite of her lip and restlessness in her posture makes me wonder if this vixen is anxious, too.
I hop off the stool and attempt swagger in my own steps. When I reach her, I trace the zipper down her spine, resting my hand on the small of her back before whispering into soft copper curls.
“Not until you do.”
Chapter Two
Britta
I’m so late for court. Like probably-should-get-fired late. But, oh God, was it worth it.
Never in my life would I have thought I would be the woman bold enough to enjoy a weekend-long sex bender with a stranger. I was a sucker for his midnight hair and baby blue eyes, and before I knew it, there I was Friday night, propositioning the sinfully sexy man in Armani.
After he’d blown my mind in what I’d assumed was the main event, he’d led me from the bar bathroom all the way across town to his bed, where I reveled in being his willing captive up until early this morning.
Worth it.
So now, I’m power walking in three-inch heels to the most important court hearing of my career. No doubt the asshole defense attorney, Mr. William T. Chamberlain, is on time and already in the courtroom. God, I hate him. I’ve never met the man, but I can see the corncob pipe shoved up his ass in every stiff, condescending word he types. In Courier New font. How much more pretentious can you get?
I should’ve prepped this weekend, but I know this case backward and forward. If I hadn’t had the stress reliever sex, there’s no telling what would’ve flown out of my mouth while Chamberlain spoke.
When I barrel through the stately oak doors and Judge Powell glares at me, I rethink the whole “worth it” thing.
