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though.
She’s thoughtful in her words, playing into the male ego
without overtly utilizing her feminine charms. Every fucking word out
of her mouth is professional and brilliant, and even though those men
are checking her out as a woman, they admire her professionally.
    Except for Brian who
is too drunk to do anything but ogle her.
    Bastard.
    And speaking of her
professional and brilliant mouth, I’d love to have it wrapped
around my cock again.
    Shaking my head, I
take another sip of my whiskey. I have got to stop thinking about her
like that. They say the average man thinks about sex at least every
seven seconds. I think that’s an exaggeration, but damn if I
don’t think about McKayla at least that often. May not have sex
involved, but I think about her way too much.
    When dinner is over,
we all head to the bar for a “nightcap”. I don’t
particularly want one, and these boors are starting to get on my
nerves. McKayla, however, gladly accepts and heads to the bar for
another glass of wine. I stand there, with only my second whiskey of
the night I’ve been nursing, and talk to one of my colleagues,
David Mills. He’s an older attorney from Los Angeles and we’ve
had several cases together in the past. Out of the entire group, he’s
about the only one I can really stand, and that’s only because
he’s old enough that his ego has mellowed somewhat.
    “You did a
really fine job today,” David says and clinks his glass against
mine. “I’m thinking that this case won’t even make
it to the courtroom.”
    I nod absently at
him, because my attention right now is focused on Brian approaching
Mac at the bar. I tense up when I see him stumble into her, knocking
a big wave of her wine out of her glass and onto her lap. She’s
pissed but remains calm, blotting the liquid with a napkin. She says
something to him and, by the look on her face, it’s not very
nice. By the drunk look on his, I can tell he doesn’t
understand that she’s pissed.
    “What do you
think about asking for a voluntary mediation among the parties?”
David asks me, and I slide a glance toward him… my face rather
blank because, while I heard him, while I understood him, my mind is
focused more on Brian putting drunk moves on Mac.
    “Yeah…
maybe,” I say before turning my attention back to the bar.
    They exchange some
more words, and his gaze is practically glued to her breasts. She
says something that causes his gaze to finally lift to her eyes, and
he replies with something that pisses her off. My neck starts aching
with the tension I’m holding, and I hand my glass to David. “If
you’ll excuse me for a moment.”
    I start walking
toward Mac because I don’t like what’s going down. I’m
not five feet from her when she stands up from her seat and tries to
push past Brian. Fury rages through me when I see him reach out and
actually grab her breast. Fury at him for touching her and fury at
myself that I’m not there yet to stop him.
    Mac knocks his hand
away, and he reaches back for her. I’m two feet from her when I
see her cock her arm back, intent on hitting him.
    But then I’m
there and I have him by the shoulder, slinging him away from Mac with
such force, he crashes into an empty table, slides over the top of
it, and tumbles to the floor on the opposite side. I don’t even
wait for him to make contact with the floor before I’m
following his trajectory. When I round the table, he’s lying on
his back, blinking up at me in confusion. The other lawyers in the
group all just stand around, looking at us with shock over my violent
explosion, because they probably weren’t aware of what Brian
had just been doing.
    I pull him up by the
lapels of his jacket and haul him in close to my face. My voice is
filled with rage when I say, “It will do me no good to beat
your ass or tell you how reprehensible your conduct is, because you
won’t remember it in the morning. Rest assured… I’ll
be by your hotel room first thing in