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her panties were already moist and it pissed her off. Why did the thought of him affect her after so many years?
                  Witt Collier walked up just then, shook hands with the men and turned to her.
                  “One of these days Charlotte, I’ll remember how very good you are,” he said with a tight smile. “You have a knack for finding the weaknesses in my arguments and ripping them to shreds for the world to see. Pick you up at seven?”
                  “I’ll meet you there,” she said and she saw Bly’s jaw clench.
                  Witt laughed, “of course, you run the show, after all. Exceptional closing argument, by the way.”
                  They watched him walk away and Billy said, “Time for a celebratory lunch, you name the place Charlotte.”
                  “I can’t,” she said, feeling so annoyingly aroused with Alexander Bly watching her, his face dark and brooding. She remembered masturbating to the memory of those eyes, her body exploding to the sound of that calm, deep voice in her head.
                  “Of course you can,” Billy said, “now, what will it be Charlotte? French, Italian, you pick, it’s your day.”
                  She knew she was blushing and that it always showed on her pale cheeks, the sweet kiss of death, Jorgen had called her looks. White skin, black hair and blue eyes, an irresistible Southern belle he’d said.
                  “I have an appointment, a new client coming in at one, but thanks for being here for the verdict.” 
                  Jack caught her arm as she turned to leave and laughed, “Mr. Bly is your one o’clock appointment. We thought we’d bring him by to see you in action. We wanted him to know how good you are at what you do, that you’re much more than the young woman he might remember. We didn’t tell you about him as a client because, let’s face it, you hate being remembered as…” His voice drifted off.
                  “Fine,” she said and she knew she sounded a little unnerved, but she was just enough of a Southern belle to be gracious. “Bertrand at Mr. A’s,” she said curtly, “I’ll meet you all there.” She turned and was gone before any of them could stop her.
    *
                  The men were already seated at a window table with a glorious view of downtown San Diego and glimpses of the Pacific Ocean. Waiters scurried to set up a champagne cooler and placed small plates of bread and steamed crab claws by each place setting.
                  “What took you so long?” Billy asked. Pulling a chair out for her as they all stood up. He seated her next to Bly and it unsettled her, she didn’t want to be that close to him.
                  “Shouldn’t I sit across from my client?” she asked, “so we can size each other up, see if we’ll be a good fit?”
                  As the words left her mouth she saw Alexander Bly’s eyes sparkle and she knew her flaming cheeks were giving her away again. Damn , she thought and wondered why all this heat was rising in her now. She’d had to pull her car over in a quiet neighborhood on her way to the restaurant and slip her panties off, they were so damn wet. When she’d touched her clit it was practically vibrating with need and she’d leaned her head against the steering wheel and pictured his face. She’d climaxed almost immediately.
                  She was shocked at the quickness and power of it. She sat there panting, unable to raise her head for a few minutes. God, what was wrong with her?   It was true, she hadn’t had sex in what felt like forever, she’d had a ‘ friend with benefits’ for a while, but she’d ended it some months before. She was twenty seven and had only had slept with two men in her life. Jorgen had been the first and she’d