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We were even the same age! He was mature enough not to act like an idiot yet young enough to still be really sexy.
I looked down before he could see the blush that was covering my cheeks. Luckily, the lights in the conference room were low since this wasn’t a formal meeting.
“It really is fine if you don’t want to do it. It’s not that bad, really, in the long run. Compared to the real tragedies of life, you know.” I realized that I was stammering. “If I can stare down opposing council, I should be able to handle my grandpa,” I said, trying to not sound like a crushing schoolgirl.
“Opposing counsel doesn’t have Jesus on their side,” Russ pointed out with a wink.
“Fair enough,” I said, unable to keep from laughing.
His grin made my knees weak, and I had to grab the arms of my chair to keep from slipping under the table. Almost lightheaded, I was astounded that I could still feel this way.
“I really would be happy to go to the wedding with you. Help with any subterfuge that might be needed,” the hottie said.
I could hardly believe my ears. Trying to keep my professional composure, I squealed internally — the tightness in my pussy getting even tighter than it was before. This whole fake fiancé idea could actually work out after all. Like it had for the majority of the people I knew.
Plus, Russ was so hot I nearly melted on the spot.
“The wedding’s in two weeks in Santa Rosa,” I said, trying to stay focused.
“Oh, Santa Rosa?” he asked, getting an odd expression. It was like he hated the city.
“Yeah, is that a problem?” I asked, heart sinking.
“Um, no, it should be fine, it is a bit complicated, but I can work it out,” he explained, standing suddenly.
I followed. “It’s okay if you can’t make it.”
“Oh, no, no problem, I said I would be there, and I will. I am a man of my word,” Russ said, crossing towards the door. He reached out and shook my hand one more time. The touch lacked the firmness of before.
“Okay,” I said, not sure.
“I should get back to work,” Russ said, gathering himself.
“Yeah, us too,” I said, taking Vicky by the arm and all but dragging her back to my office, shutting the door behind us.
“I think that went well,” Vicky said as I leaned against the door.
“Your definition must vary radically from mine,” I said, knocking my head back on the hard wood.
“You saw how hot he is, right?” Vicky asked.
“Positively smoldering!” I confirmed.
“And he said he would do it,” Vicky pointed out.
“Yeah but —”
“But what?” Vicky asked, clearly not seeing the downside.
“I don’t know. He just seemed a bit sketchy when he found out it was in Santa Rosa.”
“Maybe he doesn’t like Santa Rosa,” Vicky suggested.
“Yeah, maybe.”
I was pretty sure that wasn’t the problem.
Chapter Four
Russ
If I could literally kick myself, I would have. I didn’t mind agreeing to go to the wedding with Ann. If it got me into the good books of one of the founding members of the firm, more is the better.
Ann was really attractive as well. I wasn’t really sure what I thought she would look like before I met her. I knew what Jim looked like, but siblings don’t always look similar. I really wasn’t expecting her to be as pretty as a model with black chin-length hair and high cheekbones that emphasized her bright green eyes. The dignified suit she was wearing was tailored to show her perfect curves.
I had stood up out of habit but sat back down as quickly as I could so Ann and Vicky wouldn’t see the raging hard-on forming in my pants. It was honestly all I could do to keep my eyes off Ann’s tits as we talked. Every time I did glance over, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to gently suck on them. It didn’t help that they were so big her blouse came apart slightly over them, showing her cleavage underneath.
She was an incredible woman, and part of me really wanted to at least try and make her happy.
In the elevator, I googled how far Santa Rosa was from where we were in L.A.
“Fuck,” I said when I got the results.
I didn’t actually swear that much, at least not out loud but this was an exception. From L.A. to Santa Rosa was just over seven hours by car. It was possible that we would be taking a plane. Ann certainly had the money for a direct flight. Probably in first class. She seemed like the type. I had never flown first class.
A wedding seemed like a bit of a flimsy reason to engage in such deception, particularly when it required being out of town, probably for an entire weekend. But despite what Ann said, I could tell it was important to her to have someone to go with, which was part of why I was so insistent. Even finding out it wasn’t local.
