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It was obvious that we both remembered that night well.
How could we not remember it?
It was one of the most amazing nights of my sexual life and hers, took judging by the way she screamed my fake name and dug her nails into my back.
We sipped our drinks and let the others make small talk.
Where are you from originally?
How’d you end up in New York?
How’d you get into that business?
What do you like most about the city?
Blah, blah, blah…
I would have been bored to shit if not for the gorgeous Irish lass sitting across from me trying to look interested in the conversation. I took the time to let my eyes take inventory of her now that I was sober.
She wore very little makeup because she didn’t need it.
She was dressed in a black business suit and white silk blouse that buttoned to the neck.
She wore no jewelry other than a simple watch. No ring on her finger. That made me smile.
Her long hair was pulled back at the sides and clipped behind her head.
The light gleamed in her eye when she looked at me.
We were having a mental conversation all our own while Allen and Reed fawned over Cassandra.
“So, Katie O’Hara, been in New York long?” I asked quietly, so the others wouldn’t feel like they had to stop their chatter and join ours.
“A few years,” she said formally. “I moved here right after law school to join Yates Hamilton & Booz.”
“I’ve heard that Yates Hamilton & Booz has a wonderful team of paralegals,” I said playfully. “In fact, do you know a paralegal named Molly who works there by any chance? I met her last New Year’s Eve at this little dive bar off Times Square. An amazing girl. Very… inventive.”
“I don’t know her,” she said casually. “I’d be happy to ask around for you.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “She’s probably moved on by now.”
“I’m sure she has.” She leaned into the table and lowered her voice. “You know how girls get when they wake up alone.”
I smiled and lifted my drink. “Touché.”
She sipped her wine and dabbed a napkin to her lips. In my mind’s eye I could see her on her knees in front of me, devouring my cock like an idol to be adored.
She asked, “How about you, Conner McGee? Been in the city long?”
“Yes, born and raised upstate. Moved here right after college to join Price Bean & Whitlock. Reed is the guy who recruited me out of Harvard. So, yes, New York City’s been my home for ten or eleven years now. I can’t imagine living anywhere else.”
“I’m told that Price Bean & Whitlock is a fine firm,” she said with a smile, although I detected an air of sarcasm in her voice, but I let it go. Most lawyers hated investment bankers and vice versa, mainly because we ended up fighting over the last nickel left in our clients’ pockets.
I decided that it was time to change gears to give my hardon time to ease. I nodded with my eyes at Allen Benson and said, “I assume you’ve read our offer to buy Benson Digital?”
“I have,” she said, lacing her fingers together on the table in front of her. Her nails were neat and short, without color. She pressed her thumbs together and arched her eyebrows at me.
She was such a stark contrast to the women I was normally attracted to. She was what Reed would call a “Plain Jane”. Then again, Reed didn’t spend New Year’s Eve with her all drunk and naked, banging the shit out of the wall with the headboard.
