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on from looking at me?
    Wow.
    Pleasure zings
through my body, with the knowledge that I still affect him that way.
However, it’s with a measured, logical tone, I say, “I’m
not sure why this is a problem? We spent a night together. It’s
over. We forget about it, and we go on.”
    Matt rolls his eyes
at me as if I just said the dumbest thing in the world. “I
don’t need this shit in my business. I don’t need you
walking around all doe-eyed at me, hoping for something more.”
    “ What ?”
I practically shriek at him, anger now surging hot in my veins. “What
makes you think I’ll be doing that?”
    Egotistical moron!
    He looks at me like
he can’t even believe I’d find fault with his reasoning.
“I’m just anticipating it. It’s a woman thing.”
    Okay, now I’m
beyond pissed. Standing up from my chair, I walk up to the edge of
his desk and slap my palms on it. I lean forward and glare at him as
if laser beams are shooting from my eyes. The fact that this man is
my boss and holds my future employment in his hands does nothing to
diminish the nuclear blast of an ass-chewing I’m getting ready
to hand out.
    “Listen, you
jackass,” I sneer at him, not caring one whit if this gets me
fired. “I can conduct myself in a businesslike manner, and
yeah… you got me to scream a few times the other night. But I
can guarantee you—you’re not the only man in New York
that can accomplish that feat. I’m certainly not in any danger
of walking around all… What did you call it? ‘Doe-eyed?’
I’m not even sure what the fuck that is.”
    My breath is coming
out harshly, and I’m daring him to argue with me. He returns my
look with a wary gaze, and he chooses to hold his tongue.
    Wise man.
    “One last
thing,” I continue. “I’ll do my job, and I’ll
do it well. But if you so much as try to fire me or treat me any
differently because of our little encounter, I’ll sue you for
discrimination faster than you can blink. Are we clear?”
    Matt stares at me
for a few seconds, his jaw popping back and forth. He’s angry,
but he finally grits out, “Crystal clear.”
    I turn on my heel
and walk out his door.

I don’t see
Matt for the next two days at work, but the office calendar said he
was in Atlanta for a court hearing. I took the time to acclimate
myself to my office, meet as many of the other firm members as I
could, and work on the one, single case that I had to my name.
    Most of my work as
an associate attorney with Lorraine was to basically do the grunt
work on her cases. I had one true case that was mine alone, and
that’s because Lorraine told me she wouldn’t touch it
with a ten-foot pole. Miss “I Only Represent Corporate America”
couldn’t bother herself to touch a regular old personal injury
case. In fact, she actually sneered at me when I told her I had taken
the case of one Mr. Larry Jackson.
    I pretty much worked
the case myself, trying to figure things out as I went along.
Luckily, I had a Torts professor at Columbia that gladly dispensed
out advice to me as I needed it. One day… I’m assuming
out of sheer boredom, Lorraine asked me about the case. When I told
her my client had a rather severe brain injury and the economist I
hired had projected his medical and earning losses into the millions,
her face did take on a rather orgasmic look and, since then, she
didn’t think the case was all that stupid anymore.
    You may wonder how I
ended up with such a delectable case being only one year out of law
school.
    Well, it was pretty
easy.
    Apparently, it’s
not that great of a case. My client claims a dump truck turned
left in front of him, and he had no time to stop. The dump truck
driver insists my client was speeding and didn’t have his
headlights on, even though it was almost half an hour before dawn,
when headlights would have been required.
    The insurance
company even took great pride in showing me pictures of my client’s
speedometer showing the needle stuck at sixty-six