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“Of course. I want to see you succeed, Giovanni. Your happiness matters to me.”
Her voice is muffled against my chest, but it rings with sincerity. I tighten my embrace, overcome with gratitude and affection.
“Your belief in me gives me the strength I didn’t know I needed,” I admit, clearing my throat.
Her offer fills me with an indescribable feeling of warmth and support. As we stand holding each other, I feel like everything in my life is starting to fall into place with her by my side. Eventually, she breaks the embrace, wanting us to clean up before we begin working. I furnish her with a pair of basketball shorts draping down to her knees but fitting her figure snugly.
We return to the living area, ready to start working on the plan. As we sit down, laptops open, her sharp mind and keen insights come into play, helping me frame my arguments and gather the necessary data.
The way she effortlessly blends her professional acumen with her interest in my life makes me appreciate her even more.Once she has the general business plan template how she likes it, she sets about her work on the opposite end of the couch, citing privacy reasons for sitting too far away. I understand entirely, choosing to enjoy how easily and effortlessly we can transition from passionate lovers to working partners. It’s a rare combination—something I’m enjoying immensely.
“How about a chickpea protein brownie? I know late-night snacking isn’t on either of our meal plans, but I think we burned off about a thousand calories there.”
I toss my thumb toward the bedroom when our eyes meet.
“More like you burned ten thousand calories, and I just laid there.”
She winks, extending her fist for me to bump. It’s the first time she’s done it, and I secretly love it.
“But it sounds interesting, so why not.”
“Now you’re talking!”
14
KACIE
I’m standing in the courthouse hallway, leaning against the cool marble wall, waiting for my co-counsel to arrive to go over our docket. It’s going to be a long day. In several cases, we couldn’t get a plea deal on return to court with more motions filed.
As I wait, the stillness of the early morning gives me a moment of calm before the flurry of activity fills these halls. My phone vibrates in my hand, a welcome distraction from making small talk with passing counselors. It’s a message from Giovanni.
Good morning! Still thinking about last night. It was really special.
Hope your day goes smoothly ??
Reading his words brings a smile to my face, a warmth that slices through the mounting tension of the impending hectic day. I quickly type back, my fingers moving deftly over the screen.
Thanks, it means a lot. Today’s packed with court cases. Wish me luck.
Sending the message, I tuck the phone away as my co-counsel arrives, her footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor.
“Morning,” she greets, her voice echoing against the marble surrounding us. “Ready for this marathon?”
I nod, drawing a deep breath.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
Together, we walk toward the courtroom, reviewing our docket and discussing strategies for each case. The day’s schedule is daunting—back-to-back hearings, complex arguments, and navigating unforeseen legal twists. As we step into the courtroom, the buzz of activity starts to pick up. Other attorneys, clerks, and clients begin to fill the space, each person adding to the growing hum of voices and movement.
I steel myself for the day ahead, fortified by the memory of last night. The intimate candlelight dinner, the gentle manner in which he fed me, the sensual massage, the patience and encouraging oral I gave him, and the mind-blowing way we had sex. It brings a renewed heat and passion to repeat it and has me fanning my face with a stack of papers.
Receiving Giovanni’s good morning text brings to mind the conversations I’ve overheard among my single women colleagues around the water cooler. They often talk about the significance of getting a good morning message, particularly after spending the night with someone. Now, experiencing it firsthand, I understand the excitement and affirmation it brings. It truly is a wonderful feeling to start the day with such a thoughtful gesture.
“Everything alright?”
My colleague glances at the waving papers, which I immediately stop.
“Yes, just a little stuffy in here. This courtroom always gets too much heat in the winter.”
