My cock was hard as steel now, pressing painfully against my zipper. I adjusted myself subtly, but there was no hiding it—not when she was standing this close, not when she smelled like sin and expensive perfume, not when every movement she made was a fucking tease.
Lorena's dark eyes flicked to me, sizing me up with a single, calculating glance. She didn't smile. She didn't need to. "May I see the case files?" she asked Sarah, her voice leaving no room for argument.
Sarah hesitated, then shoved the stack of papers across the table.
Her lips—full, painted a deep, fuckable red—curved into something that wasn't quite a smile, more like a challenge. "Can I talk to my client alone?" she purred, her voice dripping with authority, with promise.
Sarah hesitated, her face twisted in frustration, but she nodded, storming out with Diaz in tow.
The door clicked shut.
Alone.
