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my clients. So, you know, the gears in my sinister little brain immediately started working after I spoke to Maria, thinking up my strategy for Sheldon’s acquittal. Once I found out that Brad Carlton was working the case, I knew everything was going to work together in my favor.
    I called up Mr. Carlton—the federal United States Attorney himself. Brad and I had a mutual understanding and a long-running business relationship that included the occasional personal touch. I liked Brad a lot, but Yoshi Lomax was not settling down anytime soon—so having one man, no matter how much I liked his ass, was out of the question. The phone was ringing and my heart skipped a beat. I had to get my game face on.
    “Hey, you,” I purred into the receiver of my cell phone.
    “Ms. Lomax…I knew you’d be calling me sooner or later,” he answered, sounding amused. I could tell he had a big fucking smile plastered on his fine-ass face.
    “I’m sure. So, when do you want to sit down and talk?” I asked, knowing that he knew just why I was calling.
    “You’re calling me, so you tell me,” he continued.
    “I’ll tell you what. Let me get back with you after I check my itinerary.”
    “What time should I be expecting your call?”
    “Give me a couple of hours.”
    “Sounds good. I’m looking forward to our meeting.”
    “I’m sure,” I said in a cute but sarcastic way. But the thing was, I needed to see Brad as soon as possible to get the details together for Sheldon’s acquittal.
    “I’ll be waiting,” he assured me, and then we ended our call.
    It didn’t take me long to go through my itinerary, stored inside my BlackBerry, and figure out I could squeeze Brad in right before I went into the office. I called him right back.
    “Hey, are you busy right now?” I asked as soon as he answered his cell phone.
    “No, I’m free for at least another hour.”
    “Where are you?”
    “I’m at home wrapping up this paperwork so I can head to the office.”
    “Can I come by?”
    “Sure. Come on.”
    “Okay, I’ll be there shortly,” I replied, and then I busted a quick U-turn and headed over to his condo. Being a political appointee, Brad set his own rules, so him working at home was nothing strange. I whipped my shit down the road and I got to his house in record time. I checked my makeup in my visor mirror and noticed that nothing was out of place. I was the shit, if I did say so myself. I wore very little makeup and I was still stunning. Clear skin was what most women would die for, and I had it—so, you know, a lot of bitches hated me. I loved being hated! It kept me on my toes.
     
    Brad opened the door before I could knock. He was a fucking trip. “You and those fucking cameras!” I said, and chuckled. “You’re more paranoid than a damn crackhead,” I joked, smiling and kissing him on his cheek.
    “What was that?” he asked, referring to my peck on his cheek. He let me in, and as soon as I passed him, I could tell he was watching my ass.
    “You can’t ever seem to keep your eyes off my ass!” I smiled wickedly.
    “That’s because it’s so perfect and round.” He smiled.
    I tapped him on his shoulder and said, “Come on, Brad. Let’s focus, please!”
    I grabbed a hold of his arm and escorted him into his study, where we always had our meetings. And when we walked inside, I took a seat on one of the chairs placed in front of his desk. “Ready to talk business?” I sparked up the conversation.
    “What’s on your mind?” he asked after he took a seat in the chair behind his desk.
    “I need to know where we stand with the Chisholm case,” I replied directly.
    He let out a sinister laugh. “I’m gonna let you make that call,” he said, blatantly rubbing his dick to let me know what he had in mind. He kind of pissed me off because right now I wasn’t in the mood for the “fuck for favor” program. Lately I’d been paying my own way, so the clothes stayed on, unless I was in one of my horny