Jackson

997 Days

You and your best friend Kasem Chen both worked as legal assistants for Jackson Reynolds. Kasem was a slender boy who was born in Thailand, but who had grown up in Miami. You and he had watched each other's backs for many years. Jackson was 40 years old, unmarried, 6'3 and 180 pounds. If you swung that way, you'd call him handsome.

"Come in here, Mr. Martinez," Jackson ordered. You got a notepad and went into his office. He discussed a case with you and gave you several items he wanted researched. At the end, your pencil fell off the desk and rolled under it.

"Oh, I've got it, Mr. Reynolds," you said brightly, reaching down to pick it up. It was stuck back there pretty good. You had to get on all fours to get it out and ...there. You got it. You backed back up, and only then realized he'd been staring at your ass.

"Thank you, Mr. Martinez," he said. You flushed and went back to work.