Page 66 of Dirty Judge

She avoided looking at me.

I asked Mara to deliver messages on my behalf when I needed something.

She asked an intern to deliver the ones for her.

At the end of the night, when we were the last two in chambers, I pulled her back into my office and made her ride my hand again. Before I let her come, I made her promise to take all of my dick if we ever went further.

A lot further.

I was tempted to follow her to the parking lot, to make her come home with me instead, so I spent the night in chambers alone again.

FLIGHT (N.):

RUNNING AWAY OR HIDING BY A PERSON OFFICIALLY ACCUSED OF A CRIME WITH THE APPARENT INTENT OF AVOIDING ARREST OR PROSECUTION.

OLIVIA

A Couple Days Later

There’s a premium BMW for rent at the airport.

Liam (for now…)

Why are you telling me this?

Because you’ll eventually want to go home & you can drive yourself…

I can pick it up for you if you like.

I wouldn’t.

You can take me home tonight.

I really need to leave at nine.

Then we’ll leave at nine…

Butterflies fluttered in my chest as I double-checked my black leather briefcase.

I still couldn’t believe he’d bought me six different ones from Dolce & Gabbana.

“Wish me luck on my exam today.” Lindsay waved at me from the kitchen. “If I pass, I’ll be one step closer to sticking veins and massaging men’s prostates without supervision.”

“I thought you were hoping to be an OBGYN nurse.”

“That was until I witnessed my first childbirth up close and in person this week.” She winced. “It was a horror show and I never want to see it again.”

“Come on, you’re exaggerating.”

“I never knew our vaginas could open that wide.” She held out her arms. “Her hole was big enough to take ten dicks—at the same time.”

“Good luck on your exam, Lindsay.” I held back a laugh. “I’ll see you later.”

I rushed downstairs and to the parking lot.

“Miss! Miss!” A brunette shouted at me as I approached my car. “Miss, wait!”

I looked over my shoulder, certain she was talking to someone else, but there was no one out here but me.