Page 36 of Lies You Told
Chloe: Why would I do a stupid thing like that?
Jax: Sleep well. See you tomorrow.
Chloe: You too.
I sleep better than I have in months. It has nothing to do with the many orgasms Jaxson gave me last night. I’m in big trouble here! I can see myself falling for this guy and his talented body parts. Just the thought of the things that man did with his tongue makes my skin pink in arousal all over again.
I’m screwed!
Iput the Kate Ashley file on my assistant's desk, ready for him to file away. I keep looking at the clock, knowing that Jaxson is due any minute. I followed his instructions, with a little added something. If I read between the lines correctly, he’s going to want to check I followed his instructions. That’s what’s had my body on edge for the last half hour. Knowing that when he looks up my skirt, he’s gonna see more than he bargained for.
My phone pings on my desk. I walk back into my office, closing the door behind me as I walk across to my desk. I know it's going to be him before I get to my phone.
Jax: I’m in the building. Let’s see if you can follow instructions.
I laugh to myself as I read the message again. My body was ready for this. I turn around, the high back of my chair keeping me well hidden. I lift my skirt and take a photo. My pussy is out for the world to see, but also something else. A black suspender belt is holding up some black stockings. I’m starting to regret wearing it. It's starting to get warm in the city, even if it is still early spring.
I don’t send the photo straight away. Deciding instead to play a little with fire! I’m standing up, collecting my things for the meeting, when Adam knocks on my door.
“They’re here.” He says, standing by my open door. “Why do they want you in the depo? He’s not your client.”
“No idea,” I lie. I know exactly why. They want me to be the Jaxson Hill lie detector. This, right here, is why our firms can’t know about this thing between us. I watch as the receptionist on our floor walks Jaxson and his client to the conference room. He doesn’t look over at my office, which I’m grateful for.
Once I see everyone inside, we keep a row of seats out of everyone’s way outside the table, so I sit there. I don’t need a seat at this table, and I’m hoping I’m going to get pulled out of the meeting. I pull up my messages from Jax and send him the two photos I took in my office moments ago.
His phone vibrates on the table. I see him fighting not to look my way.
He sits back, hiding his smirk well.
Jax: Good girl.
My stomach turns over, butterflies fluttering inside. This man has me. I re-crossed my legs, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. Jax looks away, but not before I see the shit-eating grin on his face.
“Can we get started? I have another meeting after this.” I say, my Ice Queen persona still intact.
My colleague, the one running this deposition, turns the camera on and goes through all the introductory things. I keep my eye on Jax and his team–his client is a moron–I’m not sure how Jax keeps getting these clients. The only good thing about this meeting is I don’t have to hide looking at him. I’m expected to spend the meeting watching him.
Jax doesn’t look at me again in the whole deposition, and it’s good to see him like this again. It takes me back to our days at Harvard during mock trials. Even then, we were always on opposing sides.
I shake hands with the team, head out the door, and make a beeline for my office. What I should have done was go to the restroom and relieve this ache that’s been slowly building for the last hour.
I’m just getting comfortable behind my desk, getting ready for my web call, when a knock on my glass door moves my focus.
Jaxson!
I wave at Adam as I see Jax has charmed him to make his way to my door. He steps in, closing the door behind him. His back against the glass. My office is big, but while Jax strides across my office, all the air in the room suddenly feels different.
“Your assistant threatened me with bodily harm if you missed your call in twenty minutes. Of course, I didn’t tell him I didn’t need twenty minutes.”
“What do you want?” I ask, standing up and leaning against the drawers behind my desk, careful not to knock the glass ornament I have on top.
“Are you going to the charity dinner in two weeks?”
He knows I am. Greyson holds it every year. Of course, Jaxson is new in town, so maybe he didn’t know it was an annual event. “I’ve not missed one in five years.”
“I got my invite this morning.”
“Greyson…”
