Meeting Her.

I sit in my office working on an upcoming case for one of the biggest clients I have, an affair with his secretary and now she's taking him to court for rape.

Funny because he has recordings of them fully agreeing on the affair but what will not be in his favour and what I know the opposing counsel will use is the fact that he recorded her without her knowing.

"Sir, somebody is here for you," Sophie's voice was loud on the intercom disrupting the pleasing sounds of silence.

"Do they have an appointment?" I asked her.

"No, but she says it's important," she emphasised the words, knowing Sophie she could be looking at whoever this she is in a very rude manner.

"Send her away," I answered, focusing on my case when suddenly a beautiful black girl burst into my office looking terrified.

"No, please! He'll kill me!" She said with tear-filled eyes. 

"I'm so sorry sir, I'll get the security team right away!" Sophie shouted but I shook my head, no and asked her to leave.

She closed the door behind her and the little girl in my office was shaking. She's wearing jeans and a black sweater with her braids tied up but some left loosely creating that messy effect.

"Who are you?" I asked as I leaned against my desk in front of her to see she was still shaking, so fragile.

"M-My name is Lotus sir. Oh God, he's going to kill me," she whispered the last part to herself, covering her mouth as loud sobs escaped. What happened to her?

Something in me wanted to comfort the girl but I don't know her and she's speaking in riddles.

I tilt my head to the side a bit and examine her. "Why didn't you go to the police if 'he' is going to kill you?" I air-quoted.

She shook her head violently and a tear slipped from her eye. "He specifically said no cops! That I should come to you directly but I can't do what he told me to. I just can't!" And again she's talking in riddles, whoever this person is she seems to be afraid of him.

"Who is this ‘he’?" I was really interested in what she's so afraid of. Her eyes met mine and she froze with something unreadable passing through her eyes? Was it fear? Confusion?

"He said you would know, actually that you would figure it out at some point down the road after I've...after I've," she stopped talking, taking deep breaths.

"Sophie, could you please bring us some chamomile tea," I spoke through the intercom and she came in after a few minutes with the tea leaving and I closed the door behind her locking it.

I see Lotus eyeing the door as I locked it, I feel as if there's just so much to this story than she's letting on and I have an idea of who she's talking about

I take the cup of tea and give it to Lotus who declines but I push the mug in front of her again. "Drink it. It will calm you down," she takes the mug and takes small sips of the tea.

Some of it drips off onto her chin and this would be such a teasing, actually is teasing scenery but not in this case. What’s wrong with me?

Talking about cases, I have one that I should prepare for so let's finish this small talk. Oh yes, who would’ve thought Antonio, the gang leader would eventually become a lawyer, life is crazy man.

"Carry on with your story," I sat down on the couch and pat on the empty space next to me. She hesitantly walked over to the couch and sat on the far end. I rolled my eyes and motioned for her to continue.

"All he said was that you took something that was his and that you owe him seeing that you're doing so well outside. That you would figure it out after you and this is going to sound stupid after you fell in love with me," she snorts and lets out a nervous chuckle. "As if someone like you could ever."

I studied her for a while without saying anything, so he did send her. And what the fuck does he mean when he says I owe him? And here I was thinking he wouldn't bother me...just great!

"He said I owe him?" I asked her with my finger underneath my chin tapping.

"Yes, and something about you taking what's his?" She asked but you could see she was just as curious as I was but something is not making sense to me. Why is she telling me all this?

"Strip."

"Excuse me?" She asked, choking on her tea. She looked at me surprised as I cocked my head slightly, she can’t possibly think I’ll just trust her this easily, right?

"Honestly you don't expect me to believe everything you’re telling me, I need to know if you're wearing a wire," I shrugged my shoulders.

"Can't you just ask me or pat me down?" She asked nervously shifting on her seat.

"No. Now strip or I'll do it for you," she gets up slowly and puts her bag on the seat she had occupied. She stood staring at me for a second before muttering something along the lines of ‘fuck it, I’m better off here than there.’

She starts off by taking off her shoes and I lean back on my seat spreading my hands behind me, might as well enjoy this...argh sick Antonio that is just disgusting! I sat up straight and shook my head.

She pulled her sweater over her head and I rolled my eyes seeing she's got a vest underneath. She unbuttoned her pants and undid the fly, slowly pushing her fingers in her jeans, she shimmied them down until they reached her ankles, stepping out of them she put them on the pile being created on the couch.

Now she stood in front of me in only her socks, panties and vest. To say she didn't have an amazing body would be a huge lie.

She has luscious thighs and a full chest. Her body was in proportion and her sweet melanin added to the taste in my mouth, I was mentally drooling. I could imagine how she’d taste. FUCKING HELL ANTONIO, YOU SICK BASTARD!

I stood up and walked slowly over to her and she was shaking, I tilted her head up with my finger and she whimpered at the contact. I touched the vest. "Off." 

She looked at me with wide eyes, pleading but I rolled my eyes going to take it off but she beat me to it. She grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it off at once.

My breath hitched once I saw her breasts and those chocolate buds. My mouth watered at the sight and my dick got hard as I looked at her half-naked body. "Socks," I muttered and she groaned, taking off the socks. Yes! She has cute toes.

It wasn't really necessary for me to make her take off her socks but I wanted to see her toes. I walked to my chair and sat down wanting to hide the hard-on I have. "Get dressed."

After she was done getting dressed I turned back around finding it totally irrelevant for her to be shy about getting dressed in front of me since she did undress. But that was under different circumstances.

"What I don't understand is why you told me everything," I spoke out after a long time and she rolled her eyes, I raised my eyebrow at the sudden behaviour. 

"I mean if he's scared of coming to you himself, I guess it's best for me to tell you everything at once before he comes." 

I nod my head and stare at her, why would he only come after me three years later.

"Geez, I don't know," she said and I looked at her with a questioning look. "Nothing," she muttered

"How old are you?" 

"Twenty-one. How old are you?" She really does have a sudden behaviour that's surprising me.

"Thirty-three. And Lotus, it isn't Wood you should be afraid of." 

“I figured.”