Justice Falling Read Free

tried hard not to slam my forehead onto the hard desk. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I could feel embarrassment burn my pale skin scarlet.
     
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    The precious Cami over the phone line was quiet for so long I feared she may have rang off. I was rather enjoying the chin wag with her. Something in the tone of her voice, the breathiness of her words as she spoke made me want to talk to the young thing all day long. At least I imagined she was young.
    “I’m sorry, Mr. Walker. I’ve only been here three months. Please don’t be upset with me. I need this job--”
    “Love, whoa. Whoa. Hold your skirt.” I cut her off. “No worries. No harm. Just a bit of jolly banter between soon-to-be friends. Right?”
    “Thank you.” I could hear her take a calming breath. “Um, right. Friends. Sure. I’ll schedule that appointment. Is there anything you need me to prepare for your meeting with Mr. Jensen? Anything at all? I owe you one,” she added sweetly.
    “I do love a spot of tea and a biscuit in the late afternoon,” I joked. Unfortunately, she took my words seriously. The Yanks really needed to lighten up.
    “Biscuits? There may be a local bread store that would have biscuits. I’ll do my best. We have tea and cookies, though.”
    “Oh love, you are too precious. I can hardly wait to make your acquaintance. While you’re preparing, look up the British terms for “biscuit,” We’ll discuss at four. Cheers!” I rang off and sat back into my chair.
    Curious thoughts about the sweet Ms. Cami filled my mind. I’d not been to Hank’s office in a while, and, now that I’d spoken with his lovely sounding receptionist, I looked forward to my four o’clock. Never hurt to make new friends, particularly if those new friends were sexy little vixens. I imagined her petite, blonde, and curvy with that breathy small voice.
    I finished my last meeting early and made it to the AIR Bright building with time to spare. When I stepped off the elevator and stole a glance through the glass, I plum lost my breath and the ability to walk. I stood stock still and watched the elegant beauty for a moment, taking in her edible attributes as she rounded her desk. If this was the precious Cami I’d spoke to, I was overjoyed at my good fortune. She was most certainly not petite or blonde. This woman was tall, at least five foot ten to my six foot three inch frame. Brown hair cascaded down her back. Not quite curls, but that wind-swept beachy look American girls did so well. The only word that came to mind was stunning.
    At twenty-eight, I considered myself a connoisseur of beautiful women. Never had to work to secure a woman’s affection and I’d been told plenty that my good looks were a menace. Even had a hoard of women claim to love me over the years. Not once did I feel a woman was out of my league.
    Until now.
    The woman’s body was to die for. I watched through the glass as she moved from her desk to a file cabinet and back. Her movements were quick, efficient, and laser-focused on her task. I hadn’t expected this woman when I’d arrived. Yes, she was young. That could be easily determined by her unlined, dewy pale skin. However, I wasn’t prepared for her to be gorgeous… magnificent, really. Her hair was the color of a roasting chestnut. Not quite brown, or blonde but more a comingling of all the colors that made Fall my favorite season.
    As I watched her work, my body warmed and my skin felt unbearably tight, confined by the three-piece suit I’d donned. She wore a mid-length skirt that barely kissed her knee. I’d heard them referred to as a pencil skirt, though I hadn’t the slightest bloody idea why. A pencil was a thin, straight, writing instrument. This woman was slight, yet curvy in all the places that counted, with the tiniest speck of a waist. Good God, the heels she had on were stiletto and sexy as Hell, connected to tight, toned calves. I could imagine those “shag me shoes” around my waist, the spike digging