Privilege

"I must confess, I'm surprised to see you," Douglas said, looking at Elizabeth across the desk. She'd made an appointment with his secretary. She looked fit and focused, in high heels, stockings, a peach dress that showed ample thigh and accentuated her large breasts. She had a glow on her face, the sign of a woman that was happily laid.

"Not in any personal capacity, I can assure you," Elizabeth responded. "Though your personal faults are many, you still have a good brain on your shoulders. I'm to be wed."

"Lucky guy," Douglas said, sitting back in his chair.

"Indeed," Elizabeth said, stretching. God, she was beautiful, Douglas thought. But he'd torched all that quite successfully. "My intended is ... not in a strictly legal business." That was understating it, Douglas figured, but let her go on. "But we're working to get into a more legitimate operation. But I'll need counsel of my own to make sure I'm protected. To make sure Aaron and Emily and Katie are protected. To make sure Xavier is protected."

"I'm a personal injury lawyer," Douglas pointed out.

"You'll be what you need to be. You owe me," Elizabeth said. "How's that girl you left me for? The transsexual?"

"She's ..." Douglas considered for a moment. "It's complicated." Elizabeth chuckled huskily.

"Ain't that the truth," she said, putting down a briefcase. She opened it, and it was filled with crisp twenty dollar bills. "Here's your retainer."