Free Lovers in law by Exley Avis

myself
into a different seat away from Mr Tentacles. I was just wondering
whether I could get away with pleading a migraine when I heard
Radford’s voice in the distance and turned to see him walking
towards us across the restaurant.
    Undignified as it was, I
swear my mouth dropped open at the sight of him in a dinner
suit.
    Give up, Daniel, I wanted to say.
The competition’s just arrived.
    I know expensive tailoring when I
see it and Radford’s suit looked like it had been air brushed onto
him. The black jacket accentuated his broad, powerful shoulders and
hugged his moulded torso. His trousers skimmed over his solid
thighs, the dark fabric unable to diminish their strength and
power. The crisp, white shirt emphasised his clean-shaven,
chiselled jaw line, while the bow tie made me imagine he’d been
gift wrapped. Just for me.
    Eat your heart out, James Bond.
    Radford Byrne was
double-oh-heaven and most definitely licensed to thrill.
    It was all I could do to stop
myself sinking to my knees and giving him a blow job there and
then, clients or no clients.
    Radford’s sharp blue eyes
took in the wet patch on Daniel Greene’s trousers before they
flicked across in my direction. I raised my eyebrows, as if to say,
don’t ask, but I think he’d weighed up the situation in a moment.
He held out his hand to the chief shareholder and apologised
beautifully for being late.
    “My case overran,” he said.
“And then the traffic was appalling coming back. It seems I’ve
missed all the excitement.”
    By now everyone had taken their
seats again, leaving my old place next to Daniel and one other on
the opposite side of the table. Without hesitating, Radford pulled
out the chair between two of Zeus Development’s directors and
invited me to take it.
    “But Allie was next to me,” Daniel
said. “We were having a lovely chat.”
    “Well you’ll have to make do with
me for the rest of the evening,” Radford said, taking the seat
beside Daniel and pouring them both a glass of wine. “I want to
hear all about your new Aston Martin. After the drive I’ve had
tonight, I’m thinking of trading up.”
    Once Daniel was safely embroiled in
recounting every detail about his new car, Radford glanced across
at me. I smiled and mouthed a silent thank you, relaxing now I was
between two men who were more interested in my golf handicap than
my bra cup size.
    Radford’s cheeky grin said, don’t
mention it, and he raised his glass to me before turning his full
attention back to Daniel.
    Much later in the evening, when I
excused myself to freshen my lipstick, Radford followed me out of
the restaurant and steered me into a quiet corner where we wouldn’t
be overheard.
    “Are you okay?” he asked. “I assume
Daniel Greene came on a bit strong.”
    “A bit!” I laughed at the
understatement. “Hands everywhere and a filthy mouth. And not in a
good way either.”
    Radford apologised sweetly.
“He’s known for it. It’s why both of his wives left him and he’s a
nuisance with the secretaries whenever he visits chambers. I’d
hoped I’d be here to protect you.”
    I set his mind at ease. “Don’t
worry. I can handle men like Daniel Greene.” It’s big, strapping,
sexy hunks I have trouble with, I wanted to add. “I just didn’t
know how rude I could be to an important client.”
    “It doesn’t matter how big the case
is, he has no right to disrespect one of my legal team.”
    He sounded very proprietorial
all of a sudden and I won’t pretend I didn’t like it.
    “Although you didn’t exactly give
the guy a fighting chance,” he added, looking me up and down. “That
dress is incredible. And after that kiss on Wednesday night, I’m
having a lot of trouble keeping my hands to myself.”
    “Ah. About Wednesday,” I said,
blushing wildly. I don’t normally do girlie blushes but I was
actually slightly embarrassed about the way I’d wanted to drag
Radford back to his chambers and bonk him on the desk. “I got a