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and major shareholders.”
    “Okay.”
    Still no clues. Maddening woman.
“Don’t you normally have plans on a Friday night?”
    “Nothing I can’t cancel.” The
suspicion of a devilish smile told me she was enjoying stringing me
along. “Where are we going?”
    “The Savoy. Eight o’clock. Black
tie.” I was already hoping for something short, tight-fitting and
low cut on her.
    Allie’s stomach rumbled
loudly at the mention of food. She
laughed and spread her hand across her taut belly, drawing my eyes
down into her lap and the thoughts of the sweet heaven that lay
under her skirt.
    Well a guy can dream, can’t he?
    “It’s all the talk of dinner making
me hungry,” she said. “We got so carried away, we’ve worked through
lunch.”
    A glance at my watch told me it was
already three-thirty and I apologised.
    “Don’t. It’s been fascinating.” She
meant it too. My ego went up a notch.
    She uncrossed her legs and the toe
of one shoe scraped up my shin, accompanied by the rustle of her
stockinged thighs brushing against each other. My cock strained
against my trousers, begging for release and my balls tightened. I
couldn’t remember the last time I wanted to fuck a woman so
much.
    As Allie leaned forward to re-read
her notes her blouse gaped far enough apart for me to see the bra
I’d been imagining since first thing that morning. I’d pictured red
bows on black lace but this was black bows on shocking pink.
    Far less predictable. Just like
her.
    She looked up suddenly and caught
me staring. I think I actually blushed. Me, the unshockable,
unflappable, Radford Byrne; the terror of the courtroom, blushing
like a schoolboy at being caught looking down a woman’s blouse.
    Allie gave me a knowing look but
her anger didn’t revive. Instead, she stared hard at my chest,
tracing the imagined outlines with her eyes, and giving that
self-satisfied smile again. Had I not known better, I’d have said
she was checking me out. Her glance down at my groin, added weight
to my theory, as did the unconscious gesture of licking her
lips.
    Suddenly, I wished we’d met
anywhere other than in chambers. I’m a huge fan of hot, casual
encounters that end in down and dirty sex and Allie Lawless was a
woman I’d love to have met in a bar.
    My colleagues don’t know it, but
I’m a flirt.
    Can’t help myself.
    While my silver tongue has talked
my clients out of huge messes, it’s also talked me into a lot of
women’s beds. I love the whole process – from eye contact to
rolling between the sheets. If we make it as far as the bed.
    And we rarely do.
    Imagine swapping dirty talk and
bodily fluids with a woman this intelligent. It’d take filthy
flirting to a whole new level.
    “Would you mind if I stepped out
for a sandwich,” Allie asked, derailing my train of thought. “Only
I missed breakfast this morning.”
    “Why don’t we finish for the day?”
I suggested. My cock was telling me I needed to head home urgently
for a cold shower. Or a wank. I couldn’t decide which. “We’ve
covered far more ground than I’d hoped and I need to read the brief
for my case tomorrow.”
    She stood up, her belly button only
inches away from my face. God only knows how I stopped myself
cupping her perfectly-formed arse and pulling her towards me. I
inhaled her body heat and the ghost of her perfume. Pre-cum soaked
my underwear and I shifted uncomfortably.
    “I’ll get on to these missing
witness statements first thing in the morning.” she promised,
putting her jacket back on and packing away her laptop. “Shall I
come back to chambers next week sometime?”
    “Make it Wednesday,” I said,
wondering how I was going to last five whole days without seeing
her. “I’m in court for most of next week so I’ll have to catch you
during recesses.”
    We swapped mobile numbers in case
there was a change of plan. I reminded myself that phone sex was
probably out of the question.
    For the moment.
    In a desperate attempt to cool