Reaching in, I pull a piece of paper out of the envelope. It’s a check. It’s made out to Carson and Dawson, and my eyes bug out. It’s for an amount that has an insane amount of zeroes behind it. My legal fee for the Jackson case.
You see, approximately eight months ago when Matt proclaimed he loved me, I had a decision to make. Matt wanted me to continue to work for him, but Cal and I wanted to open our own firm. We ended up compromising. Carson and Dawson was formed so the employer-employee issue between Matt and me was gone. But we subleased space in Matt’s office, and Matt hired Carson and Dawson to do contract work on some of his cases. This provided immediate income to Cal and me, and provided Matt the ability see me throughout the day, although I put a halt on his insistence that we could have discreet office sex. I was terrified we were going to get caught. Plus, I was with Matt every night, so it’s not like we were suffering.
The most awesome thing that has happened in my legal career is that, with Matt’s presence on the Jackson case and his guidance and expertise, we managed to settle it for mega bucks. We were able to fund an amazing annuity for our clients after paying off all of their expenses, and they would never have to struggle with bills or healthcare again.
So yeah, my legal fee that Matt just handed me will ensure that my new law firm of Carson and Dawson will actually be in the black during its first year of operation. Most of it is going into savings though, so that we can rely on it during leaner months. I’m not falling into the same pitfall that Lorraine dropped into while trying to run a business.
I look at the check one more time, and then set it on my desk. Standing up, I walk into Matt’s embrace. He has to shift his legs so I can step in between them, our arms coming up to mutually wrap around the other. He pulls me in close, and I can feel his erection pressed up against me and, as is usual the case, my brain goes a little wonky.
Giving myself a mental shake, I lean in to give my man a kiss before saying, “Thank you for helping me with this case. I could have never gotten that type of justice for the Jacksons without you.”
He doesn’t respond but resumes the kiss, pushing it hotter… gripping me tighter. His tongue is almost as magical as his dick, and I’m on the verge of begging him for desk sex when he pulls back.
I feel flushed and faint, and I can barely focus on Matt and his grinning face.
“I have something else for you,” he says.
“Please, please, please… tell me it’s an orgasm. I don’t care how… mouth, fingers, dirty talk. Just give me one.”
Matt busts out laughing and leans in to kiss my nose. “You never, ever fail to amuse me. I think I’ve laughed more since I’ve met you than in my entire life.”
“And that’s a good thing, right?” I tease him.
He pulls me back in and hugs me tight. “It’s a very good thing,” he murmurs, just before he pushes me away from him.
When I’m at arm’s length, he reaches back into his suit jacket and pulls something else out. It’s another envelope.
I take it from him, completely curious because it’s fatter than the one with the check, clearly containing a thick packet of papers.
“What’s this?” I ask curiously.
“Open it and find out.”
The envelope is almost identical to the previous one I just opened. White linen, but the logo on the left corner catches my attention. It says, “Connover and Dawson,” and has a heart next to it. No address, no other information.
Weird.
I undo it up and pull out the thick packet. Opening it up, I’m first struck by the fact that the papers are blank.
I’m next struck by the fact that there is a ring taped to the middle of the first page. Even with opaque tape over it, I can see it’s a stunner. Platinum… or is that white gold? I have no clue, but there is a square-cut diamond in the center with tiny diamonds surrounding the edge. More diamonds litter both sides of the band.
My hands start shaking.
I mean hard, and all I can see is the ring sort of bouncing around in my vision.