His Sweetest Sin

“Damn it, I did tell you to go through someone in Chicago. I even said Ethan Bishop was a good lawyer to take this through.”

“Don’t get your panties in a wad, I know you did. It’s fine. I’ll wait to have the suit against me tossed. She’s full steam on filing against the asshole that sold the building to me, though.”

“She didn’t recommend countersuing to at least get the attorney fees covered? Now who’s the dumbass?”

“Chill out.” Weird, why do I want to clock his ass for calling Amelia a dumbass? “She did recommend suing. I told her that I didn’t want to. It’s fine. I trust her to deal with it.”

“Hmm.”

“What?”

“I recognize your tone of voice. How hot is she?”

“Fucking brick house, I might never recover. I’ll probably be on an intravenous drip before I let her escape.”

Travis laughs, we went through Vandy together. He remembers the time I spent a three-day weekend during my senior year buried deep in Ruby Donato. By the time it was over I was so dehydrated I needed an IV drip to recover. A fellow Texan, Travis and I clicked when we met at orientation. When he graduated from Vandy with his bachelors, he decided to go back to Texas for his law degree because his mother was ill. He got into UT at Austin, in my hometown. When I started buying property in Austin, he was the one I went to, to make sure everything went smooth and contracts were to my benefit. “Should I call her to warn her?”

“Don’t you dare. She’s already trying to get away, you fuck a few strippers and suddenly it defines you.”

“Chris, you’ve fucked nothing but strippers since Caroline more than five years ago. I’m sure your number is more like a hundred and a few. Don’t blame the woman for being skittish. Huh, checking her out on the ABA website, she’s impressive. You do know you can’t fuck her if she’s your lawyer though, right?”

“Shit, it wasn’t just an excuse?”

“Nope, dude, she could get into some deep shit if it gets out she fucked a client. It’s rare, but her license could be suspended, not the way to win a chick over.”

“Ethan will be back soon. I’m willing to wait.” I’ll wait for as long as it takes. The red from the team logo on my chest catches my eye, my chest is covered in tattoos with the logos of the teams I’ve played for over the years. I’m reminded of Amelia running her eyes over my body. She liked what she saw; it was clear on her beautiful face. Then her tongue slid out between her lips to wet them. I’m still not sure how I didn’t back her up against the filing cabinet and fuck her right there. Hell yeah, I’m willing to wait.

“You willing to wait? And she’s not a stripper? I heard the flu is going around in Chicago, did you catch it or something?”

“Fuck you. I’m fine. I don’t know, man, something about her tells me she’s worth the wait, even putting up with her smart mouth and insults.”

“Damn, she sounds like a game changer. Sounds good to me, strippers are nice and all, but even pizza all the time gets

old. With Regina, I get the best of both worlds. She’s a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets, you know what I mean? I can take her out and don’t have to worry her tits are going to pop out of her dress. Then when I get her home, she’s tits out for the night if I ask nice enough.”

“Come on, man. You know I think of Regina as my little sister. I don’t need you talking about her with her tits out.” Regina is actually my aunt’s adopted daughter, she came to my aunt as a foster kid when Regina was ten going on twenty. She’s also more than six years younger than me. I wasn’t enthusiastic when Travis took a shine to her when he met her for the first time when I spent the holidays in Austin.

“If you’re thinking that way, imagine how Ethan will feel when he finds out you want to fuck his little sister. You thought about finding a new lawyer yet?”

“You really think I’ll need to? The guy is the best damn lawyer to handle my contracts since I started playing. He doesn’t miss a trick and ties shit up all nice and tight. We get along, he won’t get hostile.”

“Hmm...I don’t know. I hope for your sake he doesn’t. Damn, Regina’s pissed I didn’t come down to dinner. She sent me a fucking text, I missed it. I gotta go. Good luck with the Amelia chick. I’ll talk to you later.”

Getting dressed, I can’t stop thinking about Amelia here in my room, what she’ll look like all soft and sleepy from a night of dirty, sweaty, hot sex. No way am I taking her to a hotel, she’d probably deck me if I tried. Fuck, just the thought of her has me smiling.

I wonder what it is about her? Was it her insulting me? The smirk playing on her soft, wide mouth? Was it how utterly feminine she is with those cock-raising curves, then long hair the color of chocolate, with shimmering strands in red and gold? I loved the way her hair flowed like a waterfall down her back. Or maybe it was the way those eyes of hers shifted color as we were talking. I don’t care what it is; I want her bad. I’ll have her, soon.

3

Amelia

Closing my front door, I fight not to sag against it. My condo is open plan, with hardwood on the floors, a large living room to the right with a forty-inch flat screen television I rarely watch and a large cook’s dream of kitchen with granite countertops, a six-burner stove and a large island separating it from the rest of the condo that I never cook in. My stomach grumbles, reminding me there is food in one of the bags I’m carrying, and it’s been a long-ass time since lunch.

I push away from the door to cross to my library nook, ignoring the living room where the television beckons for me to zone out in front of it. The library is so small it can’t be called a room with a straight face, only seven feet deep and ten feet wide. When I viewed it, it was set up as an office. I turned it into my little reading, library room. There’s a nice big window where I put my silky tufted chaise lounge. I have another big fluffy chair with an ottoman I use as a coffee table. Tonight, I sink into the fluffy chair as I set my sushi down on the ottoman.

I’m not quite as careful with my laptop and bag. I let them fall to the side of the ottoman. After hours in front of my computer today the last thing I want to do is open my laptop. Pulling out my sushi, I dig in without bothering with chopsticks. I’m embarrassed at how quickly it disappears. Done, stomach satisfied I lean back into the fluffy chair with a happy sigh.

The day had dragged by, feeling endless. Ever since I made the decision after Thanksgiving that I wanted to quit, it’s been harder and harder to stay late at work. For now, I’m waiting until Ethan is back from vacation before I tell him and Karen. Going through the motions was all I was good for these last few weeks. Even though I was usually in the office until eight, I was shutting down by seven. The day after a holiday was normally quiet but aside from the visit from Chris Baldwin it was a day of crickets. My whole body comes alive in a rush at the memory of him.