she went to sit next to her client.
As soon as her bum hit the austere wooden chair, the judge raised her gavel, ramming it down three, loud times. “Recess. When we come back, I will hear the closing statements.” She ordered.
Janette sucked in a deep breath, keeping a good peripheral eye on Benson as she gathered her things.
Chapter Two
Janette stepped outside of the courtroom and into the crowded hallway. After taking a moment to straighten out her mini-skirt, she made her way down the marble-clad hallway, ignoring the nervous glances from everyone who had filled the courtroom. Just as she was about to turn her corner, she felt someone grab her wrist. She stopped, turning to find Pixie staring at her, “Thank you so much!” she cried in a trembling voice.
Janette’s lips lifted into a smile. Even though it was all about the game for her, she couldn’t deny how much it warmed her heart to see that she really had just changed someone’s life. Well, almost. She placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, leaning over so that she was level with her. “You’re welcome. But, let’s not speak too soon.” She replied.
Pixie nodded vigorously, “I’m gonna go get some lunch. Would you like me to get you anything?” she asked.
Janette smiled at this. Pixie was really working her way up her list of the top ten most gracious and fun potential murderers. “Sure. Why don’t you grab me a Greek yogurt.” She replied.
Pixie nodded and scurried off, disappearing into the crowd. Janette turned back around and continued her journey to a quiet room in which to practice her closing statement. She had so much as stepped foot into the deserted hallway before, she felt yet another hand on her arm. She was ready to firmly explain to Pixie that now was not the time for company, when her heart stopped. She found herself standing less than three inches away from Benson, his Calvin Klein engulfing her, as he seemed to undress her with his eyes. “Well, hello you.”
Janette ripped her arm out of his. “I’m sorry, but I’m a little busy trying to win this case if you don’t mind.” She replied, holding her ground in front of him.
Yet, as if he knew just how hard he made it for her to think clearly, he smirked, somehow managing to make his eyes even more smoldering than they were before. “Yes? Well I just had one quick question for you.” He murmured, making sure to keep his eyes directly on her lips.
Janette felt herself already leaning in to him. “What are you too much of a sore loser to back down gracefully?” she retorted.
At this, he grabbed her waist, driving her into his hip. She could feel his bugle growing harder in every passing moment. Whatever self-control she had left had all but evaporated in the hot July air. He grabbed her hand, which she had thrown in front of he to maintain her balance, and gently guided towards the bulge in between his legs.
She released a slow breath, immediately imagining wrapping her manicured hands around a perfect, pink, erect penis.
He leaned into her, not stopping until she could feel his lips against her ear and his warm breath brushing against her skin. “I’ll show you just how sore I am.” He replied.
Janette’s eyes went wide. So she hadn’t been just imagining his flirtatious glances all summer. She took her hand off of his crotched and stepped away from him, continuing down the hallway. “If you would like to discuss something with me, you should take it up with me in a private place. I don’t want anyone to see us and get any erroneous ideas.”
As soon as those words left her lips, he wrapped his hands around her arm pushed open the nearest door: a separation between the hallway and a silent deliberation room for the jurors, and pulled her in behind him, slamming the door. “Is sound proof private enough for you?” he demanded.
She shrugged, barely able to control the smirk