But then, just when he had them practically eating out of his hand, he attacked and went on the offensive. He caught them in lie after lie, and then pulled out reams of documents to shove under their noses, showing how he exposed their lies. I swear he even had one guy in tears after pointing out the multitude of untruths that had been captured by the court reporter, who was recording every single word with a smirk on her face.
Yes, tonight we are celebrating, even though we have another day’s worth of depositions tomorrow. Matt told me it wouldn’t be so easy during the next round. He told me that, rest assured, the defense would be up all night preparing their witnesses to try to withstand Matt’s attacks the following day.
Still, I have an immense level of pride in Matt as I watch the other plaintiffs’ lawyers slap him on the back and repeatedly shake his hand. They are all riding high on the fresh kills today, no doubt seeing the way paved clear for a successful outcome for the victims in this case. Matt is like a bright beacon among a sea of dull and boring people. Everyone wants to be around him, everyone wants to hear what nugget of wisdom or wit will come out of those sexy lips, and everyone wants a piece of him.
Including me.
We are into our third round of drinks following dinner, and I mentally tell myself that this is the last one. I need to get to bed and get some sleep, needing to keep my mental processes sharp tomorrow. Matt definitely relied on my notes, often stopping several times in the deposition to lean over and quietly ask me to clarify something that had been said.
Taking another sip of my wine, I watch Matt standing off to the side, deep in conversation with one of the other attorneys. It should be an absolute sin how good looking the man is, and another pang of longing and regret that we couldn’t have something hits me deep in my chest.
Someone jostles my barstool, causing some of my wine to spill on my dress. I had changed from my plain black business suit to a jersey wraparound dress in navy blue for dinner, and grimaced when a large splash hit my lap. Turning around to glare, I come face to face with one of the other attorneys that was in the depositions. His name is Brian Something-Or-Other. When Matt introduced me to him earlier today, his eyes immediately dropped to my breasts and he looked at them continually throughout the day.
He pushes in toward the bar, knocking into me again. “Might want to have a little more care there,” I tell him testily.
He turns to me with bleary eyes, and yup… he’s drunk. Looking at me for a moment as if he doesn’t recognize me, his eyes finally focus a bit and a sleazy smile takes over his face. Right on cue, his eyes drop to my cleavage, which is on half display in this dress, and then back up at me. He licks his lips and says, “Hey… you’re Matt’s paralegal, right? You were in the depositions today?”
And I sat across from you at dinner tonight for two hours, jerk. Good memory.
“I’m a lawyer,” I tell him firmly.
“Right,” he says, like a bell just went off in his head. He leans in toward me, wobbling slightly, and pretends that this is just our little secret. “You are one sexy fucking lawyer.”
As if this couldn’t get any worse, a little bit of spittle flies from his mouth and hits me on my chest. I look down in distaste, taking the napkin from under my wine glass and dabbing at my skin. This sudden movement apparently lures his gaze back down to my boobs, and he openly leers at them.
“They don’t talk, you know,” I tell him sarcastically, and he finally has the grace to look back up at me.
He’s grinning when he says, “Yeah, but I bet I could make them sing if you gave me a go at them.”
Okay, that’s it. I’m calling it a night.
Dropping the napkin on the bar, I grab my purse and try to stand up from my barstool. Apparently, Brian doesn’t understand that he’s just royally pissed me off because he reaches a hand out, completely and utterly oblivious to the fact that he’s in a public place, and actually squeezes my right boob. “Come on, baby… let’s go back to my room and get it on.”