Free UpAndComing by Christi Ann Page B

with, Callie’s the one.” It wasn’t a lie. He said “if”.
    “Shouldn’t keep a girl like that waiting too long.”
    Phillip stayed silent, uncomfortable with the subject
matter.
    “This is a family firm. You are a goddamn good attorney, but
I haven’t been convinced you were partner material…yet.” Donahue gave Phillip a
stern look, reminding him of his high school principal’s reprimanding lectures
and giving him the same awkward I’m-in-trouble feeling as well.
    “You have a reputation for being quite the playboy, Phillip.
Bachelors are unpredictable,” he added.
    The information struck Phillip like a punch in the gut. “I’m
a bachelor because I devote all my time and energy to my job. I don’t need to
choose between a Little League game or a meeting. Seems to me, sir, that would
be an asset, not a liability.” Feeling defensive, Phillip realized his voice
held more of an edge than he’d intended.
    “Phillip, I’m just trying to be up front with you. ‘Keeping
it real’, as my grandson would say. There is not a senior partner here at my firm that is not well-grounded, and by well-grounded I mean wife and kids. I’ll
just leave it at that.” Donahue tipped back his drink, turning his attention to
an approaching couple.
    Dismissed, Phillip inhaled deeply, attempting to defuse his
growing anger.
    “What’s wrong? You look pissed.” The concern in Callie’s
voice let him know he wasn’t masking his upset well at all.
    “I am.” He had no intention of telling her why. He raised
his chin toward Anna Beth, now walking out the door. “How did you fare with the
daughter?”
    “In town for the holidays, graduates this spring from Harvard ,”
she said Harvard in a deep snooty tone. “Oh and she’s dating Brady Pelican .”
The tone of her voice as she spoke the man’s name, indicating she was most
impressed.
    “What’s your take on her?” he asked, curious to hear Callie’s
opinion of the girl.
    “She’s nice enough, but very prim and proper. Daddy’s little
girl. Very…vanilla.”
    Phillip flashed her a wicked smile. “Not like us?”
    “Definitely, not like us.” She shook her head, batting her
eyelashes.
    “Sucks for her.” He needed to release some tension.
    “So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Callie asked.
    No. “You did…good.” The word good had its
usual effect on her, bringing a smile to her face and her gaze dropping to the
floor. His words sent her into submissive mode. That alone would make her wet,
but it wasn’t enough. Phillip never allowed her to wear panties in his
presence. He wanted easy access to her pussy and he got off making her so wet
that her juices would trickle down her inner thighs. He leaned into her, his
mouth next to her ear. In a deep level tone he said, “Good girl.” And cue the
trickling.
    Her breath hitched at the phrase.
    “Now run along to my office. You know what I want.” And so
did he.
    Without hesitation, she spun on her heels and strolled out.
    He gave her an ample head start before making his way after
her. His new office was the smallest of the partners, but it had a private
bathroom and, positioned on a side hallway, it gave him more privacy for his
personal comings and goings.
    * * * * *
    Phillip eased into his office to find Callie precisely how
he had wanted her. She was bent over the front of his desk with her arms flat
on the surface in front of her. Her dress was pulled up around her waist. The
lights of the city below illuminated the room along with a thin slice of light
from the cracked bathroom door to his immediate left. He locked them in
together then sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk only a couple of
feet from her bare ass.
    “Close your eyes,” he commanded in a stern voice. Alone now.
She had been playful in public, but now, he wanted to assure her that was over.
As his submissive, she was his to do with as he pleased. His way or the
highway.
    “Yes Sir.” Her breaths