Justice Falling (2 page)

Crisis averted.
Thank God!
My private life needed to stay private. These kind people, ones that were rich, solid, and loving could not know about Tanner or my second job. If they did, they wouldn’t want me working here. I’d tarnish their good names and successful businesses, not to mention the shame of them finding out what I did at night.

“There you are! Our baby’s doctor is not going to wait while you two kissy face all day.” Hank had taken to kissing along his wife’s neck and rubbing her back.

“
Our
baby, Oliver,” Hank pointed to his wife then himself. Oliver stood in his immaculate suit looking bored to tears. He even put his hand up to his mouth and mimicked a yawn. Hank continued, “Stop trying to take credit for my hard work.”

Aspen grimaced. “
Your
hard work? You mean
my
hard work. I’m the one who’s missing out on sleep. Throwing up at God all hours of the day and night. Let’s not forget about the back pain incubating
your
giant child, Mister.” Hank turned his wife and moved her along towards the door while she ranted.

“I’ll be back after our baby appointment,” he said over his shoulder so I’d hear him.

“… swollen ankles, giant knockers.”

“Hey, don’t be talking poorly ‘bout that last one. Those were a happy surprise. I’m not complainin’ none about that one.” Hank said as they made their way down the hall.

The phone rang, and I grabbed it on the second ring. “Jensen Construction, Cami speaking, how may I help you?”

“Yes, hello, love, is Hank available for a chat?” a smooth, British voice spoke through the receiver. Just the tone of the voice, not to mention the sexy syllables, uncharacteristically sent a little trill down my spine. He spoke again before I realized I’d not answered him. “Hello? Cami?”

“Um, yes, I’m sorry. No. Mr. Jensen is out of the office, and won’t return for another couple hours. Can I take a message?” The words left my mouth in a jumble, sounding halfway professional.

“Really? He told me I could call today to schedule a meeting. Shall I ring another time perhaps?” The man’s tone was like lotion over dry skin, smooth and silky. I had the insane desire to keep him speaking to me.

“Yes, of course you can. Uh, schedule a meeting. Not call back.” The stranger laughed on the other side of the phone. The sound tumbled directly to my belly, heating and tightening in equal parts. “I schedule all of Mr. Jensen’s meetings,” I finished a tad breathless. My response to this caller was extremely unusual. Rarely did I feel so…attracted to a stranger. Rarely being never.

I hadn’t felt desire or any form of pleasure from the opposite sex since being with Ty all those years ago. That loser remains the only man I’d ever slept with. Now, hearing this sexy foreigner’s ragged breath over the line, his lusty tone, I crossed and re-crossed my legs to staunch the ache between my thighs. It unnerved me.

“Well, aren’t you just Ms. Efficient?” he cooed.

“I try. Let me check his schedule.” I clicked a few keys to bring up Hank’s calendar. “Mr. Jensen has a slot available at four p.m. this afternoon. Does that time work for you?”

“It suits just fine, love.” God, the way he called me “love” made me
feel
loved even though it was insane to be thinking such crazy things when I’d only shared a few minutes conversation with the stranger. I didn’t even know his name and I felt off balance and warm in a way I hadn’t been in years.

“May I take your name and information?”

“Of course, love.” The way he said it that time made me feel less special. Maybe he said it to everyone. He was British. “My name is Nathaniel Walker of Stone, Walker & Associates.”

“And what will this meeting be in regard to?”

“I’m not certain that’s any of your business.” His tone was cool.

I shook my head and apologized. “Oh no, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. I typically prepare whatever items Mr. Jensen may need for his meetings. Excuse me for being so-- “

“Cami, love, I was just fooling about. I’m Mr. Jensen’s lawyer.” My face heated.

His lawyer. Wait a minute…I’d met his lawyer. His name was not Nathaniel. It was Collier Stone. “I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, but Jensen Construction’s lawyer is Collier Stone.”

Another belly jangling chuckle came through the line. “I wasn’t trying to diddle you, love. Collier is my brother. He’s the Stone in Stone,
Walker
& Associates.” I gripped the receiver until my knuckles turned white and tried hard not to slam my forehead onto the hard desk.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
I could feel embarrassment burn my pale skin scarlet.

***

The precious Cami over the phone line was quiet for so long I feared she may have rang off. I was rather enjoying the chin wag with her. Something in the tone of her voice, the breathiness of her words as she spoke made me want to talk to the young thing all day long. At least I imagined she was young.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Walker. I’ve only been here three months. Please don’t be upset with me. I need this job--”

“Love, whoa. Whoa. Hold your skirt.” I cut her off. “No worries. No harm. Just a bit of jolly banter between soon-to-be friends. Right?”

“Thank you.” I could hear her take a calming breath. “Um, right. Friends. Sure. I’ll schedule that appointment. Is there anything you need me to prepare for your meeting with Mr. Jensen? Anything at all? I owe you one,” she added sweetly.

“I do love a spot of tea and a biscuit in the late afternoon,” I joked. Unfortunately, she took my words seriously. The Yanks really needed to lighten up.

“Biscuits? There may be a local bread store that would have biscuits. I’ll do my best. We have tea and cookies, though.”

“Oh love, you are too precious. I can hardly wait to make your acquaintance. While you’re preparing, look up the British terms for “biscuit,” We’ll discuss at four. Cheers!” I rang off and sat back into my chair.

Curious thoughts about the sweet Ms. Cami filled my mind. I’d not been to Hank’s office in a while, and, now that I’d spoken with his lovely sounding receptionist, I looked forward to my four o’clock. Never hurt to make new friends, particularly if those new friends were sexy little vixens. I imagined her petite, blonde, and curvy with that breathy small voice.

I finished my last meeting early and made it to the AIR Bright building with time to spare. When I stepped off the elevator and stole a glance through the glass, I plum lost my breath and the ability to walk. I stood stock still and watched the elegant beauty for a moment, taking in her edible attributes as she rounded her desk. If this was the precious Cami I’d spoke to, I was overjoyed at my good fortune. She was most certainly not petite or blonde. This woman was tall, at least five foot ten to my six foot three inch frame. Brown hair cascaded down her back. Not quite curls, but that wind-swept beachy look American girls did so well. The only word that came to mind was stunning.

At twenty-eight, I considered myself a connoisseur of beautiful women. Never had to work to secure a woman’s affection and I’d been told plenty that my good looks were a menace. Even had a hoard of women claim to love me over the years. Not once did I feel a woman was out of my league.

Until now.

The woman’s body was to die for. I watched through the glass as she moved from her desk to a file cabinet and back. Her movements were quick, efficient, and laser-focused on her task. I hadn’t expected
this
woman when I’d arrived. Yes, she was young. That could be easily determined by her unlined, dewy pale skin. However, I wasn’t prepared for her to be gorgeous… magnificent, really. Her hair was the color of a roasting chestnut. Not quite brown, or blonde but more a comingling of all the colors that made Fall my favorite season.

As I watched her work, my body warmed and my skin felt unbearably tight, confined by the three-piece suit I’d donned. She wore a mid-length skirt that barely kissed her knee. I’d heard them referred to as a pencil skirt, though I hadn’t the slightest bloody idea why. A pencil was a thin, straight, writing instrument. This woman was slight, yet curvy in all the places that counted, with the tiniest speck of a waist. Good God, the heels she had on were stiletto and sexy as Hell, connected to tight, toned calves. I could imagine those “shag me shoes” around my waist, the spike digging straight into the tender skin of my arse as I worked her over.

Basically, she had the body of a Playboy model, her breasts undoubtedly large but covered demurely behind a fitted top that only showed a hint of pearlescent cleavage when she bent over to retrieve a document. Christ, the more I looked, the harder I got. It took Herculean effort to not stride in, set a hand to that body, and show her exactly what I’d like to do to her.

I pulled my mind out of the gutter then straightened my back. I opened the door as she looked up, the perfect globes of her breasts straining against the material as she stared. Her lips were full and glistened like a wet, ripened strawberry. Edible as they looked, that wasn’t what drew me in. It was her eyes. They were green but almost yellow, catlike as they assessed me. A color I’d not ever seen, and I’ve dated a lot of women, stared into the eyes of many women as I shagged them into oblivion. Nothing in my past came close to these.

She stood, and I almost cursed the loss of seeing directly down her shirt to her perfect tits, until she took it up a notch and smiled. A genuine, how do you do--nice to meet you--I’m a good person that actually gives a shite about other people, kind of smile. It made me feel vulnerable and a kick off my game. One thing I found out being an attorney in New York was you didn’t often meet a genuine person. She may be the one in the eight million that lived here. I endeavored to find out for sure.

“Hello, welcome to Jensen Construction. I’m Cami. Mr. Walker, right?” she held out her hand. I grasped it with both of mine, turned it over and kissed her wrist. She gasped and tensed when my lips touched her.

“Aren’t you just the most precious thing?” I placed one last kiss on her pale wrist. Her skin was so delicate I could see the lifeblood of her veins; the blue such a contrast to her white skin. Something carnal, animalistic in me twitched at the sight.

Cami tilted her head as I let her hand go. Her eyes narrowed. “I’ve never had anyone kiss my wrist before. Is that a cultural thing?” Such an innocent. I almost felt poorly for how much I wanted to dirty her up.

“No.” My eyes took in every inch of her spectacular body from the tips of her four-inch heels to the top of her flowing locks. “One look at you and I knew I needed to have my lips on you.” Her mouth opened and she bit her bottom full lip, sending a hot jolt of lust straight to my groin.

“Okay. Well then.” She moved behind her desk, putting distance between us. She held one hand to her chest, her breathing heavier than when I’d come in. Smugly, I’d hoped it was me who made her heart beat faster. “Mr. Jensen isn’t back from his appointment yet. Have a seat.”

Instead of sitting in the chairs along the walls, clearly the waiting area, I leaned a hip against her desk. Her cat-eyes scanned my body. She wasn’t running away. That was a good sign. Maybe she liked what she saw.

“Tell me something, Cami?”

“Yes, Mr. Walker?” Her voice was breathy like it was earlier on the phone. It tweaked my senses pleasurably. I could tell she was unnerved and I enjoyed it immensely.

“Nate.”

“Excuse me?”

“Call me Nate. I want to hear my name come from those beautiful lips.”

A rosy hue crept up her neck and pinked her cheeks. She was nervous yet still hadn’t bolted. “Um, okay, Nate,” she said, uncertainty lacing her words.

“Better.” I grinned and she sat. I took that as an opportunity, walked around to the other side of her desk to invade her space further by sitting on the edge of her desk, close enough to touch her. The need to be next to her was ridiculous. It was as if an invisible tether pulled me toward her. “Now, tell me something that nobody knows about you?”

“Huh?” Her russet colored eyebrows furrowed. “Like what?”

“That’s for you to decide. I find it’s easier to get to know someone if you start with something that nobody knows.” She looked down and bit her lip again, possibly to avoid eye contact. Either way I needed her gaze on me. If I couldn’t have her whole body wrapped around me, I’d settle for the eyes.

“Eyes on me, Cami.” With one finger, I tilted her chin to face me. She visibly trembled at my touch. Made me feel powerful. Driven to see it again, and often. “When you speak to me, I’d like to see your beautiful eyes. They’re bewitching.”

“You’re making me nervous,” she admitted.

“That was not my intent, love. I apologize.” I leaned back but didn’t leave the edge of her desk, still wanting to be near her. “Though I must admit, I’m intrigued by you. So, tell me something about yourself that nobody here…” I held my palms up and out to the side gesturing around the office, “…knows about you?” Even though this was my game, and one of the ways I usually sucked a woman into my charm, I was wholly unprepared for her reply.

Cami worried her lip again, and then closed her eyes. “I used to be a gymnast.”

I groaned, and swiped my fingers through my hair a few times. “Are you trying to kill me?” Visions of her long, curvy body bending this way and that…naked…sweating. It was too much. I was hard as steel.

Her shocked expression told me she was not being coy or forward as I’d thought. She really was as sweet as I’d pegged her over the phone. “No. Why would you say that?”

“Because I’m trying really hard to keep my hands to myself, and when you tell me something like that … it’s almost impossible.”

Chapter 2

“Mr. Walker…” I pushed back on the rolling chair. I needed distance from this man. In his presence, I didn’t feel like myself. He put me in a jittery, skin-tingling place I wasn’t used to.

“Nate.”

I took a calming breath. “Nate. You’re extremely forward.”

His lips twitched into a slow grin, a panty-melting, lip-biting, nails digging into the tender flesh of my palm type grin.