Special thanks to allabout me for editing this story! You were awesome.
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Rachael stirred her vanilla yogurt with a plastic spoon as she stared at her computer screen, waiting for a PDF file to upload. She licked her lips as she swallowed down a spoonful of the sticky white glob, with a sigh moving around in her seat slightly. It was just another dull Friday morning at the Law Offices of Marc Silverstein. Just as the file finished uploading, Martha, the office's secretary walked in and waved.
"TGIF" the middle-aged woman said and smiled at Rachael as she sat down at her desk across from the lobby. "Heard anything from Marc about the expansion?" Martha asked in lieu of her usual good morning
Rachael shook her head. "Nope. I thought he was going to tell us by this week for sure if we were hiring more people. At least another attorney."
Martha shrugged and booted up her computer. Rachael crossed her tanned legs under the desk, feeling her bare, smooth skin touch. She loved the feeling of being fully shaved and fully waxed. She had another blind date tonight, but with any luck, it might go into tomorrow morning. She spent last night at the waxing salon just in case. Thank God it was July, the heat was always a good enough excuse not wearing tights.
She skimmed through the PDF full of medical records before Marc finally made it into the office. "You're late again," Martha teased.
Marc's smile could win over any woman, and Martha was no exception. One smile and she suddenly forgotten about his tardiness and was instead asking if he wanted a cup of coffee.
He nodded, and with a simple "yes please," Martha bolted off to the kitchen, eager to assist. "Morning Rachael," Marc turned to her, smiling again.
Rachael hated that her boss was attractive. Almost ten years older than her, but he was still in his prime. His thick locks of gold hair fell in tidy waves, almost touching the collar of his tailored black suit. His green eyes sparkled when he smiled, and despite the budding crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, he still looked youthful and ready to take on a challenge.
Rachael crossed her legs tighter, lessening the tingling sensation that was building up around her clit. She leaned forward and arched her back slightly as her nipples puckered. Must be the air conditioning.
"Morning Marc," she replied.
She took a large spoonful of vanilla yogurt and slid it into her mouth. She stared into his eyes as inch by inch, she pulled the plastic spoon from between her lips, until it slid out with a soft pop. A droplet of white yogurt dripped onto her bottom lip. Marc's smile disappeared. The spark in his eyes heated to a full on blaze.
"Coffee?" Martha chimed in, thrusting a Styrofoam cup into Marc's hand before returning to her desk.
"I'll be in my office," he said, his eyes lingering on Racheal for just another moment.
"Don't forget you have your settlement conference this afternoon," Martha called out to him.
He smiled at her again before closing his door.
The hours passed slowly, as it always did on Friday's. Rachael skimmed through some discovery records as she imaged her blind date tonight. She knew almost nothing about him, other than that his name was Henry and he was a friend of a friend. He did something in marketing, he liked dogs and women with big asses. Rachael knew she, at least, fit his type then.
Her ass had gotten her hired at Hooters back in college, where she was able to pay most of her student loans, thanks to the generous tips from perverts in their large city. In a city with a few million people, there was an abundance of perverts with thick wallets. Red lipstick and charm seemed to get her anything she wanted back then and even through her last job. She had been promoted from secretary to a paralegal in less than two years. Rumors had flown around the office about her sleeping with her boss for the promotion, but she had never even thought about that as an option. She wouldn't stoop so low.
Rachael took a hair clip from a drawer in her desk and swept her long, dark brown hair into a bun before clipping it up and away from her face. She applied a fresh coat of red lipstick after finishing her yogurt.
"You should leave your hair down more, dearie," Martha suggested. "It matches your pretty brown eyes."
Rachael blushed. Martha was always quick to hand out compliments. The sweet woman had been working for Marc since he started out at a mid-sized firm, fresh out of law school. When he decided to open his own firm three months ago, Martha went along. Rachael had wondered if she saw Marc as a son, a man or just as a good boss.
Before Rachael could respond, the phone rang. "Good morning, Law Office of Marc Silverstein."
"May I please speak to whoever is handling the motion for Spark vs. Hunt, This is Mary Jones?" said a high pitched woman on the other line.
"This is Rachael, how can I help you, Mary?" She asked, beginning to pull up the file.
"I'm trying to confirm the deposition of your client for this morning? I left a message for you yesterday but no one got back to me," She sounded irritated but tried to hide it.
Rachael rolled her eyes. Defense Counsel Offices were always irritated about something. "One moment, let me pull up the case file."
Rachael skimmed through the file and saw the court order, clear as day, but no letter to their client. A small feeling of panic rose in her chest.
"One moment, I'm sorry," Rachael said, turning quickly to grab the thick redwell folder from behind her desk.
"You did agree to this deposition, remember?" Mary stated annoyingly on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, yes I remember," Rachael snapped as she shuffled through a folder labeled correspondence.
