Only then did he look up. His gaze, usually so stern and unreadable from the bench, was different in here. It was sharper, more focused. It traveled from her stiletto heels, up the long line of her nylon-clad legs, past the curve of her hip where the skirt hugged tight, and finally settled on the tension in her blouse. The fourth button, the one she’d deliberately left open, revealed a shadowed valley that had nothing to do with legal briefs.
“Or?” he asked, his voice strained.
“I’ll need a guarantee,” she whispered, stepping into his space until her bare chest brushed against his wool suit. The sensation was electric. BigTitsAtWork-Nikki-Benz-ZZ-Courthouse-Part-Two
Nikki smiled. It was a victory smile, but a small one. The battle wasn’t won. It had just entered its final, most intense phase. Only then did he look up