Affirmation

To cap it all off, Kylie made it clear that I was going to be her little bitch of a gopher on this case, and Matt did nothing to dispel that notion. As our meeting was wrapping up, Kylie handed me the file and said, “McKayla, I’ll need you to make me one copy of the file and also scan a copy, so I can have the digital version as well.”


I glanced at Matt, and he confirmed my worst suspicion. I was to do as Kylie asked because she was the big dog when it came to appellate matters.

I suppose the only saving grace to this week was that Matt did indeed give me two orgasms as he screwed my brains out against the wall of my office. When he was zipping himself up, I tried to bring up Kylie so that he could clarify the nature of our working relationship, but he brushed me off, telling me to “work it out” with her myself.

“Come on, Macy,” I tell her as I grab the bottle of wine. “We’re getting drunk tonight, and then we’re going to talk shit about Matt and his new girlfriend, Kylie.”

“Matt has a new girlfriend?” Macy asks, bewildered.

“Well… no, but she thinks she might be. I want to kill her. You can help me plot.”

“Right on,” Macy says. “I’m all in.”





When I get into work the next morning, sporting the mother of all hangover headaches, my mood plummets even further when I see the note on my desk. It’s from Kylie, and it says, “Meet me in my office to discuss Pearson as soon as you get in.”

Here’s what sucks about Kylie.

She’s just a contract attorney, here just to work on a single case for the firm, yet she gets one of the bigger offices with a window. Fine, I can deal with that, I suppose.

But that’s not the only perk to being on contract for a limited time. The thing that chaps my ass the most is that there are no rules or barriers between Kylie and Matt if they wanted to have a relationship. And I’m not saying that Matt wants to, but I’ve seen enough of Kylie to know that she’s interested. She doesn’t have the whole “he’s my boss” sort of thing stopping her the way it should have stopped me.

Making my way to Kylie’s office, I grab the copy of the Pearson file I had made for her and a legal pad to take notes on. Her door is open, and she’s sitting behind her desk in a cherry red power suit. Her chocolate hair is pulled into a neat chignon, her makeup is flawless, and her nails are painted the same cherry red as her suit.

“McKayla, thanks for coming by. I wanted to get a head start on Pearson,” she says as she stands up from the desk. When she walks around, I see the skirt is really short and she’s wearing four-inch stiletto heels that are better designed as hooker ware than for a law firm.

Motioning me to take a seat at her small worktable, she says, “I brought you in a latte from Starbucks.”

I stare at her open-mouthed for just a moment, and she seems to be giving me a genuine smile. Maybe she wasn’t going to be so hard to work with.

“Thanks, Kylie. I really appreciate that.”

I pick the cup up and take an appreciative sip, just as Kylie says, “Good. I took a chance you’d like that. I mean… you don’t look like a girl that really cares if the calories go to her hips.”

It’s a good thing I was only taking a tiny sip of the scalding hot beverage. Otherwise, I may have sucked it down my windpipe over her completely catty remark. Instead, I just stare at her in shock, but she doesn’t pay me any attention. She just sits at the table and starts flipping through the file.

I take my seat next to her and we work for about twenty minutes, getting familiar with the issues and formulating an outline for our game plan. I’m caught up in reading the jury instructions that had been given at trial when Kylie says, “McKayla… can I ask you something personal?”

My stomach sort of pitches sideways because I know—just know without a doubt—that she’s getting ready to ask me about Matt.

I try to sound sincere when I say, “Sure.”

She leans in toward me like she’s afraid we’ll be overheard, which doesn’t seem plausible since we are in her office with the door closed. “I wanted to ask you about Matt. I mean, you’ve been working closely with him… but is he seeing anyone?”

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