His charter from the city had taken him to Norfolk, Virginia, where he’d caught a commercial flight to St. Bart’s. He’d arrived more than a day later than he’d expected and Jana had been none too pleased that he didn’t land in St. Bart’s until 9:00 Christmas night. She’d been there since Christmas Eve and had spent most of the day alone. At least as far as he knew. Maybe she’d hooked up with some guy before he arrived. She’d been somewhat mollified by his Christmas gift to her.
They’d enjoyed a late locally-sourced seafood dinner from room service and he’d given her the earrings. She’d thanked him, but hadn’t seemed that thrilled with them. On the other hand, her gift to him had been a blow job.
“Just what I’ve always wanted,” he’d joked.
He loved it when Jana went down on him. It was, perhaps, her one true talent. She had a way of working him with her tongue and she could take all of him without gagging. Michael watched as her blonde head bobbed over his erect cock then closed his eyes, the better to savor the moment. She gave great head, but it also meant that she stopped talking for a few minutes.
Michael could feel his release building. He put his hand on her head and pulled her off him. “I want to come on your tits, baby,” he said. She gave his cock another sensuous swipe with her tongue and, looking up at him with a seductive smile, she gripped his shaft with her right hand, sliding it slowly along his length. The sight of her huge tits bouncing up and down did the trick and he grunted as thick ropes of cum shot across her chest and between her breasts, dripping from her luscious hard pink nubs.
They spent the next morning relaxing in a cabana on the beach. In Michael’s opinion, there was no better way to spend the holidays than lazing about in a tropical paradise. He thought about all the poor schlubs still snowed in back up north. Sure, the snow had been pretty but it had wreaked havoc on everyone trying to travel.
Still, he hadn’t minded being stuck in the city on Christmas day. Spending part of the day at Maggie’s had been great. Michael smiled at the memory of Maggie’s face when she saw the bracelet. If he had to name one thing about her that intrigued him, it was that she didn’t play emotional games. If she felt something, it showed clearly, at least to him as an experienced observer of people.
“What’s so funny?” Jana interrupted his thoughts.
“What? Oh, I was thinking about your face when you saw your earrings,” he said, hedging his private thoughts. He pictured the pair of square cushion-cut amethyst earrings from Tiffany. They hadn’t been a third of the cost of Maggie’s bracelet, something Jana didn’t need to know.
For now, what he wanted was to enjoy his chaise on the beach with a view of the crystal-blue Caribbean water and the feeling of the sun on his skin. And the privacy of his thoughts. Why do women have to talk all the time?
Michael sported a tan when he returned to the office the following week and hit the ground running. The New Year in the offices of Murphy, Rannigan, and Metheny was busy with new clients and cases. They had two court cases in the first three weeks. The team picked up where they left off before the holidays, prepping for various cases, conducting interviews and depositions, going over documentation, and considering jury profiles.
If Maggie was Michael’s right hand, Dan was his left. Together, the trio made an effective team. Sometimes Maggie worried about Michael depending on them so much, but she knew that at least they were trustworthy, unlike the recently departed John Hemphill and Ellen Standifer.
Another change was that the Friday after-work gathering at Doc Watson’s became standard, whether or not there was a court victory. The dark cloud had lifted and everyone found that they enjoyed getting together for pints before they all went their separate ways for the weekend.
Most of the time, Michael had his dates meet him at the pub. It saved him from having to hurry off to pick up a date and left him time to socialize with his team from the office. He genuinely liked hanging out with his co-workers in a more casual setting.
He found that this was especially true of Maggie. At work she was diligent and focused. Outside of work, she was fun. He wondered if he was some kind of sadist, almost enjoying that hurt look in her eyes when his date showed up. He convinced himself that it wasn’t her pain he enjoyed, but the knowledge that she was still attracted to him.
Speaking of Maggie, had she changed her clothes? She must have, he thought, brow furrowed as he watched her across the table at Doc’s one Friday after work. Earlier today she was wearing a suit. Of course she was, she always does. Now she’s wearing jeans with a purple sequined top and a blazer. Michael blinked in thought.
He glanced around the table as tales were told and jokes were made. Everyone was having a great time. Maggie caught his eye and she grinned. He sighed inwardly, glancing at his watch. Vivian would be coming by any minute now. She was a pharmaceutical sales rep. He’d met her a few weeks ago when he was out with Jana.
Why is it that everyone in pharmaceutical sales is beautiful, blonde, and has huge breasts? So they can sell more pills to doctors, of course. He grinned at his private thoughts. Vivian had replaced Veronica, who’d gotten married on New Year’s. Michael grimaced at that thought. Veronica had been a great piece of ass; he missed her tremendously.
He sipped his pint as he noticed Maggie looking across the room toward the door and his mouth formed a firm line. She’d probably spotted his date. He didn’t bother to turn around. He didn’t want to appear anxious. Maggie had, no doubt, figured out his taste in women.
Then Maggie smiled and waved. Frowning, Michael turned to look in that direction. A guy was walking toward their table, huge grin on his face. He was tall, about his own height, with sort of shaggy dark hair and wire-rimmed glasses. He was dressed in skinny blue jeans and an oatmeal colored sherman’s sweater, dark coat folded over his arm. The guy seemed familiar but Michael couldn’t place him.
Maggie stood to greet him. “Everyone, this is Joe. Joe, everyone.” She smiled in Michael’s direction. “And you’ve met Michael.”
Son of a bitch! It’s that teacher with the law club. Michael half rose and nodded.
“Do we have time for a quick drink?” Maggie asked the new arrival.
Joe nodded. “Sure, we’re not in a rush.”
Joe pulled up a seat next to Maggie and ordered a pint. “Michael spoke at Kennedy High School a few weeks ago. Joe is a teacher there and he runs a pre-law club,” Maggie told the group by way of introduction.
“I thought you didn’t do those kinds of speaking engagements,” Stan commented.
“Yeah, well,” Michael responded, “Mags set it up. It seemed like a good thing to do.” He aimed for nonchalance, but the truth was, he was annoyed.
What the hell is this guy doing here? Maggie was grinning like a school girl at Joe. Was this some kind of ‘turnabout is fair play’ kind of thing? Because if it was, he wasn’t biting. She could do as she pleased. Why should he care? Except that he did.
He watched as over their pints, Maggie and the teacher chatted with each other and everyone else at the table. Frowning, he checked his watch again. Where was Vivian, anyway?
Minutes later he heard a breathless voice in his ear. “Finally! I’m sorry to be late. I gave the driver the wrong address.” Vivian was sultry in a Bohemian mini-dress with a plunging v-neckline. Michael felt better immediately. He turned to almost apologetically introduce her to the others when he realized that they were all engrossed in conversation with Maggie and Joe.
“Alright, team. Happy weekend. Vivian and I have to run,” Michael said, a little louder than necessary.
Maggie looked up and smiled. “Have a great weekend, Michael. See you Monday.”
He’d swear that she looked a little smug. He guided Vivian out into the night, the sound of laughter ringing in his ears.