her.
I can’t
believe how fucking giddy I feel… how my heart is racing.
I click on the
message and open it up.
It has just two
words.
Yes. ~ Stella
Nope. Can’t
help it. I pull my arm back in a fist pump of victory, and then push
back from my desk, my chair rolling a good three feet back until it
bumps into the plate-glass window that overlooks Manhattan. Raising
both arms up, I savor the feeling of this win.
I just know…
something different is going to happen with this woman tomorrow, and
I’ll be out of my rut for good.
My phone rings, and
my moment of sweet victory is over. I see it’s Lorraine
Cummings calling, and I answer it with a sigh. She’s an
attorney that has a decent caseload—mostly business law—but
she sucks donkey dick when it comes to her own business practices and
she’s getting ready to go under. I made an offer to buy her
firm out, and I assume she has an answer for me.
“Hello,
Lorraine. Have an answer for me?”
“I do,”
she says breathlessly. “Would you like to get together for
dinner to discuss it?”
“It’s
either a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer,” I tell
her, not unkindly, but not offering any room to argue.
“Of course,”
she says hastily. “I mean… yes, the answer is yes.”
“Good. Then
I’ll see you and your associate attorney… What did you
say her name was?”
“McKayla
Dawson.”
“That’s
right. See you both on Monday… eight AM sharp. And don’t
be late.”
“We won’t
be, and I just wanted to take this opportunity—”
“I’m
sorry, Lorraine… I have a meeting getting ready to start and
can’t chat. See you on Monday.”
I disconnect, not
feeling an ounce of remorse over the abrupt way I ended the
conversation. Lorraine Cummings is a pain in the ass, but she’s
going to be my pain in the ass starting Monday. In exchange for
buying her cases at a discounted price, I’ve agreed to take her
on as an employee, along with her associate attorney.
She approached Bill
and me a few weeks ago with an offer to sell her firm, which included
a nice asset load of several business litigation cases and one,
potentially big, personal injury case. That case was a little shaky,
and she didn’t know the exact details other than a brain injury
was involved, but that was enough to perk my ears up. The only caveat
was the case would only come with her associate attorney… this
McKayla Dawson she just mentioned. Frankly, I had forgotten about
that, but I wasn’t worried. I had plenty of work to do and
could keep her busy, and it would be a small price to pay to latch on
to a brain injury case. Worst-case scenario, I could keep her on here
at the firm until the case was concluded, and then cut her loose. I’d
give her a nice bonus, though, if the case settled well.
We made a fair offer
to buy Lorraine out, and she said she wanted to think about it for a
few days. She wasn’t fooling me… she wasn’t
thinking about it at all. She had decided to accept it the minute I
threw the number at her, but she wanted me to think she had other
options. She wanted to try and negotiate.
Thus the reason she
suggested dinner tonight. She wanted to make a counter offer, plus
she wanted to flirt some more with me to see if I’d take the
bait.
The answer to dinner
was an unequivocal “no”. She either accepted my offer or
didn’t, and I wasn’t going to miss a minute of sleep if
she didn’t. I also wasn’t going to be overly excited if
she did. It was just a way to continue growing my empire.
Just business.
It was also a “no”
because I didn’t have it in me to suffer her breathy sighs and
the way she would lick her lips when talking to me. She comes on way
too obvious, and yet really doesn’t have the guts to make a
move on me. I mean, if she would just walk up, palm my dick, and
massage me to life, I probably wouldn’t say no.
Who would? She’s
pretty hot, a little bit older, but attractive all the same.
But no… she
doesn’t have the