"Because tomorrow is date night, just you and me Councilman McCaffery. And not here at Mount Zion, either. We've had enough chaperoned dinners with the rest of my real family. We're going to go to a perfectly normal restaurant down in your district, and have a perfectly normal, public date night. If it gets out that you've got a girlfriend, I'm more than happy to be known as that too."
It was the first time Tabby had ever brought up the public potential of our relationship, and it touched me. "I'd enjoy that very much. Although the cynical part of me, or perhaps the side that's just gotten used to being a politician, is thinking about the potential press situation with that."
"Oh, it can be spun the right way, very romantic like," Tabby chuckled, kissing my neck again. She knew just where to kiss, and I felt a surge between my legs that I didn't think I'd have the energy for. It was good to have this side of her back. “We just need to keep a good public relations person on speed dial."
I could barely muster a reply as Tabby's tongue traced my neck and jaw, sending arrows of arousal through my body and straight to my cock, which surged to full hardness in my pants. She giggled when she felt it pressing against her hip, and reached down with her right hand to cup me, rubbing slowly. "My, you just might be Superman," she cooed, looking up at me. "Because your recovery is amazing, and I'm definitely feeling a man of steel."
"That's your doing," I said, biting my lip as she squeezed and massaged. "You're so sexy you could probably bring someone back from the dead with a kiss." My god, I sounded so corny with that one, but Tabby didn’t seem to bat an eye at it.
"Well then, tomorrow maybe you can show me how far back from the dead you are," she said, letting go of my cock and kissing me again. I was glad, because if she hadn't, I most likely would have come in my pants, she was that arousing.
I think my hardon finally relaxed somewhere near downtown, but I wasn't sure.
* * *
The next morning, I was in my office when Gwen came in. "You're going to love this."
"What?" I asked, looking up from the document I'd been reading, a statement on recent street repairs in Filmore Heights. I had to grin as some of the damage caused was the side effect of my earlier activities. Despite the price tag, after a month of training with Sophie and Mark I was feeling the itch to get back out there.
"You've been sued," Gwen replied, handing me the file. "I just had to sign with the process server."
"You're fucking kidding me," I replied, taking the folder. I opened it up, feeling my blood pressure rise. "You've got to be goddamn kidding me."
"Nope," Gwen said. "They're saying that you and MJT used illegal means when you divvied out the contract on the HVAC for the first center."
I could feel my rage building, and nodded. "Thanks. Let me give MJT a call, see if they have a legal team working on this already."
"You want me to handle it, Boss?" Gwen asked. "Vanessa and I know some law groups we could get ahold of if we need."
I shook my head. Law offices were the last thing I needed involved with all of this. There were just too many potential problems with that, considering what MJT really was. "I'll talk with Miss Williams directly, but thanks. Can you clear my schedule for the rest of the day?"
"Up until three. You've got your meeting with the Mayor then."
I'd have to take it. "Thanks."
I dialed up Tabby, indigestion growing in my stomach. She picked up, and I could hear it in her voice. It was the shakiness, the insecurity that I hated to hear. "I take it you got the paperwork too?" I started, sighing.
"Yeah," she replied, still shaky, but handling it. "Pressman Contractors is suing MJT with you as a co-defendant. Fucking Pressman."
"I know," I said. "Tabby, I know this is a hard thing to ask, but does MJT have a law firm it works with that can handle this?"
"I'll have to talk with Marcus, although most likely Sophie will know more," she replied. I noticed she did that whenever she was referring to Mark in terms of business. Any other time, he was Mark to her. "But I think so. They might not be in the city, but I'll have to check. Patrick, you know this has nothing to do with the contract."
"I know. We can talk about it tonight, if you want. Although I guess this ruins our date, doesn't it?" I said, shaking my head.
Tabby's answer spoke to me about her strength and how hard she was trying to get past her traumas. "Fuck no. You and I are going out, you're going to take me to some decent little eatery in the your neighborhood, and I promise you we're going to have a good time. We'll see what happens after that."
"I can dig it," I replied. "Listen, we'll get this taken care of. I know that."
"Okay," Tabby said, her mood brightening. "So, any plans for tonight?"
"Well, my neighborhood isn't exactly known for the high quality of its restaurants, so don't expect five star steakhouses," I laughed, "but yeah. What do you think of Cuban food?"
"I can do that. I assume jeans and a sweatshirt are better than a suit and skirt?"
"For sure. Okay, let me make a few calls, see what I can accomplish work wise before tonight."
"Okay. And Patrick?"
"Yes, Tabby?"
"I'm so looking forward to this,” she said after a moment, and I knew she was struggling to say something different. Fucking Pressman and his fucking games.