you I can set up a file and have one of the other attorneys review it.”
“No. I’m not looking for representation. I just,” I paused, wondering if I was really about to do this. If I was really about to attempt blackmail and without speaking to Preston myself. She eyed me curiously while I pondered my dilemma.
I reached into my bag and thrust a manila envelope onto the desk. “Deliver this to him, please, and only him. He’ll understand when he reads it.”
“Um, okay,” she smiled at me, although she looked unsure of herself. I smiled back to alleviate some of the distrust in her stare. Her eyes softened like a naïve little doe. I had to suppress the urge to reach out and pat her head.
“Maybe I’ll see you again sometime,” I tossed out as I turned to leave the lobby.
I didn’t imagine it when I heard her say, “I’d like that,” and I smiled to myself all the way back to the car.
I needed to lock down the flurry of emotions that were released by seeing her again. And nothing worked better for evading my feelings than a hard, rough fuck. I had spent the better part of the last three months losing myself inside of whatever girl was willing enough to come home with me. The past few weeks I thought I had locked those emotions down, but mere seconds of seeing Lena’s face and I was slapped with the full force of them.
Good thing I was quick at making new plans.
The music was a little too loud as I sat on the stool at Gypsies, twenty minutes before nine, nursing a glass of whiskey. This was the type of place I was used to. The bartender left me alone except when I held up my empty glass signaling the universal sign for another. There weren’t a bunch of slutty girls running around looking for someone to take them home. There were a few pool tables, a jukebox in the corner, a small stage for live gigs, and a handful of mostly empty round tables. It was dark, relaxing, and comfortable.
Three glasses down, promptly nine o’clock, and she wasn’t hard to miss.
The tall, sexy blonde walked in and commanded the attention of every male head in the room. And when the equally sexy raven haired girl stood from her table in the corner, they all began to salivate. Bunch of fucking dogs. There were only two reasons I was here tonight.
To get some information on Lena.
And then to forget her.
I stayed in my seat, but kept an eye on their table as they hugged each other and sat down. The dark haired girl handed over the extra drink she’d ordered. I ordered myself another whiskey and sipped it slowly, letting the time tick by. Twenty after nine, the girls rose from their seats to join the few random others dancing on the small open stretch of floor.
Now that she was standing under a little more light, I could unobtrusively take her in. The blonde had on a flowing white tank top that dressed her tits beautifully. She was wearing dark jeans so tight they could have been painted on, and her long, lean legs ended strapped to a pair of four inch red heels that made my dick hard.
I didn’t even notice the other chick.
I sat back and watched for over an hour as the two drank and danced and talked, waiting for the right time to make myself known. I saw the way she had been looking at me yesterday. I didn’t miss how she said she hoped to see me again. It wouldn’t take much to have this girl bending at my will; my little insider.
I pretended not to notice when she came up to the bar to order more drinks. I heard her little intake of breath as she spotted me, but I kept my eyes fixed to the condensation on my glass. Not until she said, “Hi,” in that quiet, flirty little voice of hers did I give her my attention. I spun on my stool and leaned back, one leg perched on the rung of the chair, the other stretched out in front of me. I had one arm supported on the bar clutching my glass, the other hung loosely against my thigh. I didn’t speak. Instead, I lifted an eyebrow and brought my glass to my mouth for a drink.
Her eyes watched me as I swallowed, and a flush rose to