Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel by Sawyer Bennett

jackass,” she sneers at me. “I can conduct myself in
a businesslike manner, and yeah… you got me to scream a few
times the other night. But I can guarantee you—you’re not
the only man in New York that can accomplish that feat. I’m
certainly not in any danger of walking around all… What did
you call it? ‘Doe-eyed?’ I’m not even sure what the
fuck that is.”
    Holy Christ, that’s
fucking hot. She stands there, eyes looking all wild and her chest
heaving with the exertion of her anger, and I want to bend her over
my desk and fuck her hard.
    “One last
thing,” she says, and I blink my eyes to focus on her rather
than the porn I was inventing in my head. “I’ll do my
job, and I’ll do it well. But if you so much as try to fire me
or treat me any differently because of our little encounter, I’ll
sue you for discrimination faster than you can blink. Are we clear?”
    She is absolutely
sexy as hell in all of her raging glory, but I don’t like to be
threatened so that causes me to lock my jaw and glare at her. Still,
I manage to give her what she wants. “Crystal clear.”
    Mac doesn’t
say another word, just spins on her heel and marches out of the room.
    Leaving me with my
eyes pinned to her ass and another hard-on between my legs.

Chapter 6

    I love working on
Saturday. The office is usually completely empty of people, the
silence hangs thick in the air. I can work with abandon, not worrying
about getting interrupted a million times a day. Usually, I can
condense almost an entire week of work in a good, ten-hour Saturday
if I really concentrate.
    Except, I can’t
concentrate for shit. A certain woman by the name of Mac Dawson is
haunting my thoughts. Has been all week, actually, but today, it’s
even worse because I know she’s down in her office working as
well on this beautiful Saturday.
    I’m happy at
least that the week got progressively better, and Mac and I made
amends of sorts. I actually extended the olive branch a few days
after I called her “doe-eyed” and she threatened to sue
me.
    I went to her office
and, after she invited me in, said, “Look… I want to
apologize for what I said the other day. I was more than a little
unsettled when you walked in, and it had nothing to do with that
bullshit about you being ‘doe-eyed’. In fact, I’m
not even sure what the hell that means myself.”
    She just stared at
me impassively, and I think she was making me work for my
forgiveness. Still, I made sure she really understood my position.
“It’s important to me that my business stay business, and
my personal remain personal. Understand?”
    “Totally,”
she agreed.
    “I mean…
the other night, we were explosive,” I said.
    “To the moon,”
she added on.
    “And that has
no business in this office.”
    “No place at
all.”
    “No matter how
hot that experience was.”
    “It’s
not even an issue.”
    “So…
we’re in agreement?”
    “I have no
clue,” she said with a smile, and I had to fight the urge not
to return it. “But if what you’re trying to say is that
what we had was amazing, but that it is over and done with, then I’m
in full agreement.”
    “Then we can
put that in the past and never think about it again?” I asked
to make sure we were on the same page.
    “It’s
already gone from my mind,” she said with a confident nod of
her head.
    So apologies were
made and we agreed not to talk or think about it ever again.
    But give me a
fucking break. We might not be talking about it but I know every
night this week I’ve gone home and jerked off, thinking about
that one night I had with her. I have to wonder if she was doing the
same or if she has seriously put it out of her mind.
    I’ve thought a
lot about this fascination I have with her, and at first, I thought
it all boiled down to sex. Amazing, phenomenal sex. But the more I
reflect on my interactions with Mac this week, the more I realize
that I’m attracted to a whole lot more than just her body