Your attitude

"You've got to be kidding me," you replied, your hands on your hips as Aubrey told you the outcome.

Whatever their conversation has been about, it lasted a while. When you were finally called back in, Jake looked as smug as ever. Aubrey shook her head, "our client has asked for a 'not guilty' verdict. He has also requested that you treat him with more respect. As your superior, I'm going to have to agree." She looked somewhat sympathetic; at the core of it, she was right. He was a client and you needed to treat him as such.

"Alright. I'm sorry Jake—"

"No. You have to call me Mr. Tanner." He corrected you, staring you down defiantly.

You gritted your teeth, but complied. "I'm sorry Mr. Tanner. It was unprofessional of me to let my personal feelings get in the way of the case. I will do my best to meet your expectations."

"Great. Now, I need you to go pull all of the documents pertaining to his tenure in office. I'll prepare his statement with him and we'll reconvene tomorrow. Sound good?" Aubrey asked. You nodded, still hating the idea of helping him.

She walked you out, closing the door behind the two of you. "I know you don't want to do this... I know your history with him... But this money would really help the firm. We'd be able to afford a better office and maybe even some more staff." Aubrey's hand rubbed your arm gently. She was right again.

"I know. I know." You leaned in and kissed her on the lips. "I love you."

"I love you too," she blushed. "You're quite both, Mr. Doe. Keep that up and I might just take you right here."

"Oh? With a client in another room?" You teased back.

"What better **** than to fuck your secret milf girlfriend while he's **** to hear." She purred, rubbing your crotch. "Once this is all done, maybe we can have a 'staff conference' somewhere. Just the two of us?"

"That sounds like an amazing idea." She was so fucking sexy.