Lovers in law by Exley Avis Read Free Book Online

since I’d first met her.
    “So what kind of men do you like?”
I asked.
    Hardly subtle but I was curious and
Allie wasn’t a woman who gave much away.
    “Isn’t that a leading
question?”
    She smiled flirtatiously as
she took off her jacket. Her lacy bra showed through her white
blouse and I imagined I saw the shaded circle of her nipples. I
won’t say I’m a breast man, because I adore every single inch of a
woman’s anatomy, but there’s something very eye catching about a
pair of nipples playing hide and seek through flimsy
fabric.
    Realising Allie was waiting for an
answer, I reluctantly dragged my attention away from her breasts
and poured us both some wine.
    “Even leading questions need to be
answered sometimes,” I said, raising my glass to her. “As we’re off
company time, imagine I’m someone you’ve just met in a bar and tell
me what you look for in a man.”
    She didn’t take long to think about
it. “Good looking obviously,” she said, clinking glasses with me
and biting her lip to stop herself smiling. “Tall, dark and sexy,
same as any woman.”
    At six foot three, and with
black hair, I qualified on two of the counts. As for the rest, it’d
be fun working it out.
    In the meantime, Allie Lawless
certainly ticked all of my boxes.
    “Tall, dark and handsome is too
predictable,” I said. “There must be something else.” I hoped
successful barrister was somewhere close to the top of her
list.
    “Intelligence,” she added,
giving me a significant look. “I find that having a good brain, and
not being able to use it socially, is like driving a Ferrari in a
built-up area. Very restricting.”
    “So you only date men as
intelligent as you are?”
    Things were looking up but
then Allie gave me a look of disbelief. “How many other winners of
the Melton Prize have you met?”
    “Two. You and an elderly professor
of jurisprudence.”
    “Exactly. If I restricted my
social life to prize winning, Oxford graduates, I’d be a very
lonely girl indeed.”
    I didn’t let her verbal slip go.
“That implies you’re not lonely at all.”
    She laughed and her breasts wobbled
deliciously under her blouse. The nipple shadow wasn’t a figment of
my imagination after all. My cock stirred at the thought of
wrapping my lips around them and sucking until they grew hard
against my tongue.
    Even though it’s rude to stare, I
did anyway.
    “I keep forgetting I’m dealing with
a man who analyses everything,” she said, taking a sip of wine.
“I’ll aim to be more careful in the future.”
    “I hope not. I like reckless
women.”
    Her lips glistened deep red, making
me want to lean across the table and lick the wine away in full
view of everyone in the bar. The taste of Allie and a good Rioja
together would be intoxicating. Particularly if I were allowed to
lick it off those pert nipples of hers. I swallowed
unconsciously.
    “Male companionship isn’t difficult
to come by,” Allie went on, seeing how distracted I was but
choosing not to make an issue of it. “I can more or less take my
pick. When one man falls by the wayside there’s usually another one
close behind.”
    I couldn’t work out whether I was
being warned off and so made a joke.
    “A string of casual relationships
is the sign of a successful lawyer,” I said.
    “In which case your past must
be littered with bodies.” She looked at me expectantly and waited
for me to deny it. When I didn’t, she gave me a knowing smile. “I
thought as much, I knew you were a flirt as soon as I met
you.”
    “Takes one to know one.”
    “Very probably.”
    A waitress appeared to take
our orders, breaking the spell. I cursed silently, doubting we’d be
able to reclaim the intimacy that had been building nicely in our
corner, but I needn’t have worried. As soon as we were alone again,
Allie leaned across the table and lowered her voice, giving me her
best courtroom stare.
    “If we’re really off company
time, I can ask a few leading