Envy (Seven Deadly Sins) by Laura Cooper Page A

world with a killer blow job, the next he was Carlton ‘man of steel’ Michaud-Esquire.
    “C’mon, Ms. Martin.  Quick!”  His impatience was unnerving.
    “What kind of law, Mr. Michaud?”  I asked the question, not believing the belligerent tone that escaped my lips.
    “Port Authority, Charleston County.”  He stood there, wearing nothing but his black socks and crisp white shirt, his half hard cock just hanging out there.  Still, it was a good look.
    “Frazier, Rice, Rutledge and Calhoun, I suppose.”
    He turned his attention back to the phone.  “Frazier, Rice, Rutledge and Calhoun,” he said with an amazing amount of confidence.  He raised his hands into the air with frustration, “I have no fucking clue.  Anyone will do!  This isn’t rocket science, just get someone, and fly them up tomorrow.  Make it happen!”  He clicked his phone off and tossed it behind him into the his chair.
    “Sorry, Liz,” he said as he turned his attention back to me.
    “We’re back on a first name basis, Mr. Michaud?”  I was irritated, and I wasn’t afraid to show it.
    “I’m really sorry.  We have a client in New Jersey who’s been haranguing us all day to take care of an issue.  Sometimes I let work get in the bloody way.”
    “Really?  You think?”  I was mad, but quite frankly I doubt it showed on my face.  Just looking at this man made me very, very wet.  In a last ditch effort to bring him back to our situation I said, “You were about to give me my punishment, weren’t you?”
    “Right then, about that…” he said, drawing the words out with the most adorable English accent.  He was chewing on his bottom lip; the phone call had completely distracted him.  His dark eyes darted around and he started to pace on the Aubusson rug at our feet.  I was tempted to comment on his attire, or rather lack of it, when he paused in front of me.  “Damn it Liz, this is your fault!”
    Again dumbfounded, I stared at him blankly, “How’s that work?”
    Still chewing his bottom lip he grinned at me, “You seemed to have cleared out whatever clog was keeping me from seeing this Webster case in the right light.   Now, I’ve got to make a couple of calls.  Perhaps later tonight?”
    “Certainly, Mr. Michaud,” I said with taunting professionalism as I stood.  “I understand.  The plumber cleared the pipes, now the entire system is working again!”
    Carlton gave his best effort to show me his pouting face, which for all practical purposes was less than convincing.  “It’s not that, Liz…”
    “No, no, Carlton.  I totally get it.  How about this?  You make your calls, and I’ll go home and prepare a romantic dinner.  Then maybe…” I said, turning my back to him and bending over to pick up my purse, “after your stomach is full we can resume our chat about my punishment.”
    His eyebrows lifted with fleeting interest as he resumed pacing his office.  I buttoned my shirt and straightened myself to some semblance of normalcy as I watched him inadvertently touch every single item in his office as he paced by them.  Kissing him lightly on his cheek, “I’ll see you in a few hours.  Do you want me to grab Jargon for a walk?”
    Glancing down at me he seemed startled that I was still in his office, “Oh… um sure!  That’d be great.  Here’s the code to my door.”  He leaned over his desk and scribbled four numbers onto a tiny post it note engraved with his initials.  Turning around he stuck it to the front of my shirt.  “Thank you, darling.  Any other woman would have castrated me by now.  Don’t think your patience has gone unnoticed.”  His smile was genuine and full of the tenderness I’d now come to understand as the real Carlton.  However, ‘Killer Carlton’ was back to pacing his office when I silently closed the door behind me.
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I could smell him on my fingers as I held the sticky note to my lips.  The elevator seemed slower than