Revenge: A Bad Boy Romance (47 page)

“Like what you see?” I asked.  

“For now. I want to see a lot more though.”

“Okay, well I can strip off right here if you like. Maybe I could get under your desk and give you a blow job. How about that?”  

“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, you know?”  

“Perving at my chest is hardly a sign of intelligence either. You’re like an animal.”  

“Yeah,” he admitted, smiling at me as he raised those dark green eyes up from my chest to look directly at me. “I’ve been called an animal before. Many times.”  

“And you take that as a compliment?”

“When it’s moaned by a satisfied looking woman I do, yes. How would you describe me after that night?”  

Insatiable. Strong. Orgasmic. Earth-shattering.

“A thief. You stole my panties, remember?”  

“You really are obsessed with those panties. Well, tell you what, if you come back to my apartment tonight, you can take them home with you.”

“No chance,” I replied.  

“Don’t trust yourself alone with me?”  

“We’re alone now and I’m just fine.”

“No you’re not,” he said, as he stood up and walked over to me. He perched on the edge of the desk right in front of me, with his legs either side of mine. “You’re hot and flustered. You want me to take you.”

“I’m hot because the AC’s broken, you moron.” I hadn’t been that hot in my office; now I felt like I was on fire.  

Foster leaned forward and placed a hand on each knee. I flinched back in my chair, but there was nowhere to move. I didn’t push him away. I always froze up when he touched me, and I had an awful feeling that wasn’t just because of nerves.

“I’m willing to bet that if I were to part your legs now, I’d see a wet patch on your panties. You’ve been looking at me with hunger in your eyes since the second you walked through that door.”  

“I skipped breakfast,” I replied.

His hands applied pressure to my knees, but I resisted his attempt to part them. He was almost certainly right about what he’d find between my legs, but I wasn’t about to give him that kind of pleasure.

“I’m getting tired of these games, April. I’ve done the decent thing and admitted that I would be happy to fuck you again. All you have to do is say yes, and you get another night of pleasure.”

“I have plenty of toys that can help with that,” I snapped. “And they don’t steal my panties.”

Foster’s hand slid up the inside of my thigh as his mouth moved slowly towards me. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about what I’m going to do to you next time,” he whispered in my ear.  

My heart raced in my chest as the scent of his aftershave wafted up my nose.  

“We can’t do this,” I said meekly.  

“I’m going to make you do more of the work. I want you on your knees, April. I want you to open up that pretty little mouth of yours and slide it down my thick shaft.”

“We work together. I’ll lose my job.”

“I’m going to wrap my hands around your head and fuck your mouth with my rock hard cock right up until the moment I’m about to come. Then I’m going to pull out and spray my load all over those perfect little titties. You’re going to be a sticky mess.”

“We’re going to be related. This can’t happen.”  

I’d lost the argument the moment I uttered those words. The excuses weren’t enough, and saying we couldn’t do it was as good as admitting I wanted to.  

“It’s going to happen, April. Soon.”  

The tips of his fingers were just an inch from my panties. I let myself slip forward slightly in my chair until my sex grazed against him.

Foster looked me in the eyes, his face close enough that I could feel his breath, and then smiled.  

I closed my eyes waiting for a kiss that never came. Suddenly Foster stood up straight, teared his hands from my thighs, and moved back to his chair on the other side of the desk.  

“See you tonight, April.”

“No,” I snapped back. “You won’t. I… I have a date tonight.”  

“A date?”

He looked more confused than jealous. “Yes, a date. With a guy named Bryan.” Bryan was coming to the networking event at the law school, and we would be hanging out together. That was kind of like a date, right?

“Well, I’m still confident I’ll see you tonight.”

Cocky asshole.

I stormed out of his office, completely forgetting to do up the buttons on my blouse until I’d made it back to my office.  

He’d won me over. I hated myself for it. I hated the way it had happened, but it had. I was so completely screwed. Or I soon would be.

“Thanks for coming, Bryan. I owe you a coffee.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied. “I was considering coming along anyway. You never know, one day I might decide to leave my comfortable government job for a soul-crushing private gig and then these connections might come in use.”

We were supposed to be networking before the panel discussion, but nearly everyone who’d showed up early was a fellow law student. Actual lawyers tended to be far too busy to show up to a networking event early and hang out with people who couldn’t help them get new work.

The table at the front of the room had space for five attorneys. One of them was bound to be a partner from Cooper & Cooper, hopefully not Zach’s dad, and the others would probably be a mixture of attorneys from different practice areas and with different levels of experience.

They were all here to talk about their careers, and explain how they got started in their jobs. All that information was completely useless. The partners in their sixties had just strolled into jobs straight from law school when the market was completely different. The truth of the matter now was that most students didn’t much care what work they did as long as they had a job.

Still, we all had to play the game. I would sit there and look riveted by the discussion and maybe even ask the odd pertinent question or two. When the talk was done, I would go and shake hands and collect business cards. Maybe one of those attorneys would offer me a job one day. Unlikely, but stranger things have happened. Like sleeping with someone and then finding out they were your boss. And stepbrother.

“I take it you aren’t confident of getting a job offer from Arrington & Hedges at the end of the summer, then?” Bryan asked. “I thought you’d be focusing all your energies on impressing the partners there instead of trying to find a new job.”

“Let’s just say I have reason to believe Arrington & Hedges is not a long-term solution for me. Besides, after what happened at Cooper & Cooper, I’m not taking any chances.”

“Fair enough.”  

I still hadn’t told Bryan about my one-night stand with Foster. All Bryan knew was that Foster was making my life hell in the office, which was technically true.  

“Looks like they’re about to get started,” Bryan said, motioning towards the table with his plastic glass of cheap wine.

The previously empty table now had four attorneys standing around, together with one familiar face.  

“Zach,” I said out loud.

“Who?” Bryan asked. “Do you know the Cooper & Cooper guys?”

“I know one of them,” I replied.
I know him far better than I’d like to.

The four lawyers took their seats leaving one empty space at the end. Zach made himself right at home with other lawyers, even though they were all partners and he was just a second-year associate. He’d be absolutely loving this right now. As if his ego needed the extra boost.

One of the career counselors asked everyone to take their seats, which happened surprisingly promptly. A respectful hush descended over the room. Why couldn’t movie theaters be like this?  

“We’re one man down,” the counselor said, “but I think we’ll get started anyway. I’ll ask the speakers to give a very brief introduction of themselves and then we can get into more detail later.”

The lawyers took it in turns to give their names and the area of law they practiced in. I shivered the second Zach started talking, and not in a nerve-tingling, ‘what the hell is happening to my body’ kind of way. More like I felt spiders crawling over my skin.  

Zach described himself as an M&A attorney at the firm, and emphasized his last name, no doubt hoping people would think he was a partner instead of a junior associate who’d been given the job because of his dad.  

I don’t think anyone in the audience was fooled. Zach couldn’t have been any older than twenty-six and he barely looked that. He had a baby face that perhaps some people would describe as cute. I just wanted to punch it.

Even though Zach should have had less to say than everyone else, he insisted on speaking for the longest, and didn’t stop until the fifth and final attorney showed up.  

“Sorry I’m late everyone. Where were we.”

Foster. What the hell was he doing here?

“Isn’t that—” Bryan began.

“Yes,” I interrupted. “That’s Foster Arrington. Meet the man who’s made my life at work a living hell.”
And sent me home hot and horny on a daily basis. Meet the man who’s responsible for me getting through enough batteries to power the entire law school for a week.

“Hello everyone,” Foster said confidently, not letting Zach resume speaking. “I’m Foster Arrington.”  

The atmosphere in the room changed in an instant. All the women were now either sitting in stunned silence, barely breathing, or gossiping to the person next to them like schoolgirls who’d just seen their favorite pop star.

As usual, Foster had the attention of the entire room. Me included.

-*-

Foster talked more than anyone else and most of the questions from the audience were directed at him. He named dropped a few of his major clients, including PorTupe and Jacob’s company, and that captured the attention of the group.

“He’s impressive,” Bryan remarked after the panel. “Foster, I mean. The others were boring as hell, and don’t even get me started on that smug little bastard from Cooper & Cooper.”

“Zach. Yeah, he’s a piece of shit.”

“Good thing you got out of there when you did. I don’t think that’s a good firm to work for.”

I agreed, but apparently Bryan and I were in the minority, because the other law students had all flocked around the lawyers the second the presentation had finished. Foster had a large group around him—mostly women of course—and the attorneys from Cooper & Cooper had a captive audience hanging on their every word.

This evening had been a complete waste of time, and to cap it all off, Foster now knew I had lied about going on a date tonight.

Shit.

“Bryan?”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s get out of here. I assume you don’t want to network with any of these people?”

If we left together now, it might look like we were heading out for the evening on a date. Not a particularly romantic one, given that it had started with a networking event in law school, but a date nonetheless.

“Well actually, I wouldn’t mind meeting Foster.”

“I’ll introduce you some other time. Come on, let’s—”

“Hello April,” Zach said, appearing out of nowhere in front of me. “I hope you were paying attention to what I said up there. You might actually learn something about being a lawyer.”

“I don’t intend to learn anything from you,” I snapped back. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, my date and I are just leaving.”

Bryan frowned when he realized he was my date, but he was quick enough on the uptake to go along with it.  

“How does Foster feel about that?” Zach asked. “Or have you moved on from him? It’s so difficult to keep up with your men. One minute you’re all over me, and the next you’re ditching me for some thug in a suit.”

“I was never ‘all over you,’ Zach. I never showed the slightest bit of interest. I respected you as a professional and that was it.”

“Shame you’re never going to become an attorney,” Zach remarked. “All that hard work for nothing.”

“I’m sure I’ll be just fine. Come on, Bryan. Let’s leave.”

“You’re screwed, April,” Zach shouted loudly after us.  

A few nearby students turned to look in our direction. I could have just carried on walking, but I didn’t want him to keep shouting out comments about me as I left. Zach always had to get the last word in, but not this time.