Finding Submission (Service & Submission Book 1) Read Free Page B

was nervous, her stomach growling. She hadn’t eaten since lunch the day before. The gold name plate on the door to her right read “Judge James Morton.” Thankfully it wasn’t a name she was familiar with, but she was probably just far enough away from her hometown that she wouldn’t know who these judges were. Hopefully, two hundred miles was far enough away to keep her Daddy out of the chaos.
    The judge’s administrative assistant stood up from her desk and walked over to Avery. “Miss? Would you like a cup of coffee or tea? Water?”
    “Uhm, water would be great. Thank you.” She watched the woman over to the corner of the room where a small college fridge was doubling as a plant stand. She returned with a bottle of water, handing it to Avery with a polite smile before returning to her computer.
    Avery’s right leg bounced up and down with nerves. She pushed her dark brown hair behind her ears. She really needed a haircut. It was way past her shoulders and she usually kept it shorter than present, but money was tight and she just couldn’t get one right now. Cleaning houses didn’t pay much, but it did pay for rent and the car note for her poor little dilapidated vehicle. She knew when she grabbed those Rolexes she would be in trouble.
    Now she was sitting in front of the judge’s chambers for stealing and intent to sell stolen property. Being the daughter of a Judge, her father wouldn’t be happy if he heard of her arrest. She desperately hoped he hadn’t been notified of her indiscretion.
    Deep in thought, she almost missed the tall handsome guy who strode into the room. It sounded so cliché, but he truly met all the requirements for tall, dark, and handsome. Six foot three, two hundred pounds of pure muscle with black wavy hair that feathered nicely on the sides.
    “Hi, Samantha. Is Judge Morton in his chambers? I was told to meet him here before court at nine o’clock this morning.”
    “Yes, Preston. He’s waiting for you. Let me buzz him, and you can go right in.”
    Avery loved the sound of tall, dark and handsome’s voice. She loved a man with a deep voice. Her imagination started to fly — imagining him whispering to her. How would he sound in bed? Would he be the type to talk during sex or would he be the strong and silent type? How would all that confidence be in bed? Would he take charge in the bedroom?
    She looked at him again, admiring how he looked in his suit. He filled out a suit very nicely, looking like a commercial for men’s cologne. His white dress shirt was showing a quarter inch past the sleeve of his dark blue suit and when he raised his arm to see what time it was, he had sapphire blue and black jeweled cuff links. His tie was cobalt blue and made his blue eyes sparkle. Judging from the breadth of his chest and shoulders which filled out the suit nicely, as well as the toned muscles in his thighs, this was a man who worked out regularly.
    At that moment, Judge Morton opened his door “Preston, I’m glad you could make it on such short notice.” The Judge then turned and looked at Avery. “Miss Beauchamp, we’ll be with you momentarily. Are you okay?”
    “Yes, Sir. I’m fine, thank you.”
    As the two men walked into the Judge’s chambers, Avery got a great view of Preston’s tight ass. The man definitely filled out a suit well.
    Avery worried about what they were saying about her in the Judge’s chambers. Her father was very influential in their small town. Granted she was in Brentwood, Tennessee, which is why she was having such a hard time making rent. An affluent suburb of Nashville, Brentwood had the best schools and homes for the professionals who wanted the fifteen minute commute to their high-paying jobs in Nashville; it was a great town to be a cleaner for all the rich socialites who didn’t have time to clean their houses. She would know, she grew up that way too. She never paid the cleaners any mind. They came daily to her house, which she knew now was