When he looked up, Panthea was seated with her legs crossed in front of him. Marcus looked at Panthea, blinked a few times, and then looked at her again.
Panthea smiled. “Good afternoon, Mr. Douglas,” she said as her heart began to pound.
Panthea was apparently more excited about this meeting than she thought she would be. It was one thing for her to see Marcus on TV, but it was something else to see him in person. He is so much better looking, Panthea thought.
Now it was Marcus who smiled. Panthea Daniels was a very attractive woman. She is wearing the shit outta that dress, Marcus thought and put on his game face. “How are you, Mrs. Daniels?”
“Fine. Thank you for asking. And I have to say it is truly an honor to meet you.”
“Really? Why is that?” Marcus asked.
“I have to admit, and I’m almost ashamed to admit it, but I’m a bit of a fan of yours,” Panthea cooed very sexily.
“Really? Why is that?” Marcus laughed, but inside, the way she said it made him more than a little curious.
“The Ferguson trial,” Panthea said referring to a big media murder trial that Marcus had won. In that case, Atlanta businessman, Roland Ferguson was accused of murdering his wife, Desireé Taylor Ferguson and her lover, Rasheed Damali in a cabin in the North Georgia mountains with a gulf club. “I used to watch you on the news every night before I went to bed.”
Marcus leaned back in his chair. “You’re not about to start stalking me, are you Mrs. Daniels?” he asked playfully.
“Please, call me, Panthea, and no, I’m not a stalker. Besides,” Panthea paused, “I always thought that stalking referred to unwanted attention or contact.”
“You are stating that I’m going to want your attention and contact?” Marcus asked enjoying her smile. Panthea Daniels was a beautiful woman and he was definitely attracted to her.
“I’m not saying anything like that, Mr. Douglas. I was just trying to define what you meant by stalking. But I did come see a lawyer, and I know it’s your job to twist people’s words.”
“I think I should be insulted.”
“Why is that?”
“I like to think that I get to the truth in people’s words,” he responded. Panthea tilted her head to one side and looked at Marcus. “Semantics?” he asked.
“Of the worst kind.”
Marcus laughed. “Why don’t you tell me what I can do for you today Mrs.—I mean Panthea.”
“I want to begin divorce proceedings against my husband, Scott. I’m convinced that he is having an affair.”
“I’m very sorry.”
Marcus started to say that he wouldn’t be the one handling the divorce and that she should save the details for Gibson.
But he didn’t.
She intrigued him.
And after his unsatisfying night with Adriana, Marcus wanted her. “What makes you think that he’s having an affair?”
“A woman just knows.”
“What I mean is do you have any proof. Letters, emails; seen him with her.” Marcus paused. “It is a woman we’re talking about?”
“Yes—I mean I—I really don’t know,” Panthea laughed. “I mean, I don’t think Scott is gay.”
“You mean a woman doesn’t know?”
“I am not touching that one. Let’s just leave it at I don’t know who he’s seeing and move on.”
“Have his habits changed?”