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he walks around the desk, motioning for me to follow him out of the office. We walk down a hallway and into a large room, with seven or eight desks in the middle of the room. We approach the desk of a middle-aged man, filling out paperwork.
    “David,” Mr. Current says. The man looks up immediately in surprise and stands. They shake hands.
    “Mr. Current. How are you, Sir?” the man asks, breaking eye contact with him to look over at me.
    “Good, goo d,” he responds, releasing the man’s hand and putting it on my shoulder. “This is Dylan Ackhart. Dylan, this is David Shuster, Esquire. He works in this division and has been here a long time.”
    Mr. Shuster smiles at me and shakes my hand. His teeth are blindingly white and the sides of his eyes crinkle when he smiles. His blue eyes almost sparkle at me. His friendly personality beams through him.  “Hello,” he smiles at me.
    I nod as Mr. Current continues. “She’s ou r new intern from Harvard Law. Ms. Ackhart is a third year and the top of her class. She comes highly recommended. I was hoping she could shadow you for a few weeks or so. Maybe she can help you with all the paperwork we’re behind on.”
    Mr. Shuster nods , still smiling. “Great, wonderful.”
    Mr. Current turns his attention back to me. “Miss Ackhart, I leave you in capable hands.” He shakes my hand and we say our goodbyes before he walks away back towards his office.
    “Well, Miss Ackhart, I’m glad to have you,” Mr. Schuster says.
    I smile. “Please, call me Dylan.”
    He sits back down in his chair and indicates the desk behind him. “This is empty. You can use it. You’ll need a desk for all the paperwork you’ll be doing, trust me,” he says, smiling.
    I laugh nervously. “Sounds great.”
    After talking for a few more minutes, it’s time for me to leave. I thank Mr. Shuster and tell him I look forward to working with him, and I am. As I make my way back out to my car, I can’t believe how everything is working out for me. I’ll be stuck doing paperwork for the Municipal Division while the whole investigation is going on. I haven’t heard one thing about him all day. I get my own desk so I don’t have anyone looking over my shoulder all the time. I just hope my internship continues to go this smoothly.
     
    “Scott?” I say, walking through the front door. It’s strangely quiet in the house and all of the lights are out. I furrow my brows and set my things down by the front door, kicking my heels off. I see a faint flicker of light coming from the living room. “Scott?” I question again, still no response.
    When I reach the living room, I’m shocked to see candles surrounding the room, seemingly on every flat surface. I stare open-mouthed at the table, window sills, and countertops all illuminated with dancing flames. When I finally look at the couch, Scott is laying there completely naked, holding a bottle of champagne in a convenient spot. The couch can barely hold his muscular body. He’s smiling suggestively at me.
    “Oh my God!” I giggle, turning away from him and blushing. He laughs under his breath before I turn back around. “What’s all this?”
    His eyes sparkle at me. “I’m so proud of you baby,” Scott says, with endearing emotion in his voice. “You’ve come so far. I want to celebrate with you.”
    I sit down at the edge of the couch by his feet. “Well, do we have to have champagne? Or can we skip that and get down to celebrating?”
    He puts the bottle down on the coffee table, fully e xposing his amazing body. He sits up on the couch to lean into me, pressing his forehead against mine. Our breathing increases, and he runs his fingers through my hair before tilting my head back and kissing me passionately.
    His hands trail down my arms as I moan into his mouth. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair before he lifts the bottom of my shirt up and over my head. He undoes my bra easily, tossing it over the back of the couch. He