Washington D.C. Series 3:2 - The Artist

He smiled warmly at her as Eva explained what she wanted. Thirty minutes later he had a drawing for her and helped Eva settle onto the table.

"You'll have to lower your jeans and panties so I can place the stencil on you." he said as he gathered and sterilized his equipment.

Eva slid her zipper down and lowered her clothing as requested. She could feel the rush of adrenaline and arousal already teasing her. The situation was more erotic than she had imagined it would be. The tattoo artist turned to her and sucked in his breath as he saw Eva's body exposed to him. Eva smiled at his reaction and subtly moved on the table to present herself better as he applied the stencil. She smiled more when she saw he fight to remain focused.

And then he began.

The needle hurt less than she thought it would. It was a strange sensation and she soon discovered that she liked it. Perhaps she liked pain too. It never occurred to her that receiving pain would stimulate her as much as giving it did. She was learning about the pleasure Brent took in it. Though she knew she would never allow herself to submit like he did, she didn't want to rule out the possibility of playing with someone else who may be able to please her like this.

In addition to the needle, that fact that the artist's face was 2 inches from her already wet sex had her biting her lip. She watched him, fascinated as the needle dug into her skin. The black ink permanently marked her as she watched her design take shape.

The young artist moved his hand deliberately, moving back and forth between the ink and Eva's skin. Every so often he would stop and wipe the extra ink from her skin so he could examine his handiwork and move to the next spot. Twice he wiped down across her, accidently brushing over the tip of her sex. Eva gasped both times and watched, to her amusement, as the artist blushed. He kept his eyes down, focusing on his work but Eva knew he realized what he had done. She could feel herself getting wetter still as she admired the young artist. The pain already had her aroused and she felt the desire building inside her as the young man breathed hotly against her.

He moved the needle against her skin once more and this time Eva let out a small moan. He looked quickly up to her and asked if she was alright.

"Oh," Eva said conscious of the noise she just made, "I'm quite fine. It's just that I've discovered it's more pleasurable than I thought it would be. Please continue."

The young artist smiled at her then. It was suddenly a different smile than before. Now he smiled at her lasciviously. He had found someone who understood him and his passion about tattooing. He was now tattooing someone who understood the pleasure it could bring. Eva smiled back as she watched his demeanor change. She was instantly a more interesting canvas on which he was working.

Letting her head fall back against the table, she concentrated on his next move across her skin - the needle digging into her flesh once more. It took effort not to push her hips up to him. She wanted to feel him pressed against her sex as he worked. She wanted to feel pressure against her clit, it was throbbing and yearning for attention as he tattooed her.The needle moved again and she felt her body pulse with arousal. Every nerve was on edge. She wanted to come, needed it, as he worked on her. She wanted to feel her climax as the needle was biting into her. It was almost too much to take. She needed to regain control.

"Can we stop for a minute?" Eva asked as she propped herself up on her elbows.

He nodded and sprayed the paper towel to wipe her off again. As he wiped the extra ink from her skin, their eyes met. He stopped for a moment and she let her eyes bore into him. She didn't need to speak. He could see the lust evident in them. Without breaking contact with Eva's eyes, he moved his hand across her skin again, this time purposely moving his hand down and across her aching clit. Eva sucked in her breath but didn't move. He wiped across her again and again, finally resting his hand against her. Eva allowed herself to push her hips up to him and he pressed back. The young artist groaned softly as he felt Eva's body react.

Leaning forward he softly whispered as he nodded to her tattoo, "I really should finish this first. I only have a little bit left to do."

"Do what you need to do," Eva whispered back.

He groaned softly again and moved his hand away from her. Picking up his gun he loaded more ink and and positioned himself over her. He shifted slightly this time so his free arm rested firmly against her sex. He knew what she needed. Eva's head fell back as he started the next line of her tattoo. As the needle came across, he pressed his wrist against her. Eva moaned with pleasure at the contact. Fire erupted in her as he moved the needle back and forth over her. Each movement arousing her more as he pressed against her. After working and moving against her for a short while, he was left with only three lines left to ink. Three small lines was all she had to endure to find her release. Her arousal had been building steadily to this point, she was so close. One. The needle cut into her and she felt her body tense. Two. The needle dug into her flesh. Her clit throbbed with the movement of his hand. She needed to cum. Her breath was ragged. He knew how close she was. He knew he could make her cum. He saved the longest line for last. Three. The needle drug slowly across her skin, the pleasure mounting explosively as he moved. That was all Eva needed. Her body trembled as she let out a low moan. Her cunt pulsed hard and she came as the pain of the needle broke through her skin....

Washington D.C. Series 2:3 - Eva's Discovery Continued...

Eva watched breathlessly as Ms. McCabe slowly leant back across her desk. Brent followed her without slowing his movements. He was up on his knees now and Eva could see his straining cock pushing against the fabric of his pants. She couldn't pull her eyes away from the scene. She needed this. She didn't know why, but she knew deep down this is what she needed.

Brent continued to fuck Elizabeth McCabe with his fingers. His mouth was buried in her beautiful cunt. Her mentor's hands wound through his hair, pulling his face tighter against her as she ground her hips against him. Her breath was coming in gasps now. Eva was fascinated at the sight and found herself not only needing the situation but wanting to be involved in it. But she didn't want Brent right then, she wanted Ms. McCabe. She wanted to feel her lips crushing against lips. She wanted to feel her skin pressed tight, breasts against breasts, body touching body. Eva was filled by an overwhelming desire to take what she wanted, to just have her and do what she pleased with her.

It was then that Elizabeth McCabe looked at Eva, eyes locking with hers. Eyes that were filled with desire, lust and a glint of something Eva knew was reflected in her own. Eva made her decision and suddenly got up out of her chair and strode over to her mentor. She didn't know if she was allowed, or if it was okay, but she had to do it, she had to taste her and feel her. Ms. McCabe smiled at her, a lascivious smile that let Eva knew she made the right decision. Their lips met heatedly as Eva took control of what she wanted. She felt herself groan as the taste of Elizabeth McCabe invaded her. This was only the second time she had ever kissed a woman and the intensity of the moment took her breath away.

As Eva's lips touched Ms. McCabe's, she could feel the heat of Brent's body so close to hers. She heard him moan as her hip brushed his shoulder. Elizabeth McCabe heard it to and Eva felt a smile through the kiss they were sharing. Her mentor slid her hand through Eva's hair, bringing her closer, kissing her more passionately. Eva knew her other hand was firmly wrapped in Brent's hair and the thought excited her. The hand in Eva's hair, however, was not wound tightly. Eva didn't need to be dominated. Elizabeth McCabe considered her an equal now, a peer in this secret world of theirs.

Eva felt her mentor suddenly gasp into her mouth and glanced down at Brent. His face was buried in the soft folds of her sex, his tongue lapping at her while his fingers continued to fuck her. There was an urgency now as she watched her mentors hips grind against his face. She was going to cum and Eva was mesmerized.

Elizabeth McCabe was gasping in rhythm now, Her kissing more feverish as she came close to her climax. Eva felt the fingers in her hair tightening and heard Brent groan again. He could feel it as well and his movements increased. Suddenly Ms. McCabe cried out and Eva could hear the rush of wetness from between her thighs as Brent fucked her hard with his fingers. Her body convulsed beside Eva as Brent continued moving with her as her orgasm shook her body. Eva had never witnessed anything so beautiful. Ms. McCabe's back arched up to her and her thighs parted wide. Her mouth aggressively kissed Eva and their tongues met. Her body was alive with sensuality as it writhed beneath Eva's touch. Brent moaned loudly again as the taste of his Master's juices touched his lips.

Eva's body responded in kind. She was incredibly aroused by the entire scene that unfolded in front of her. This orgy of senses and feelings. Still, she was startled when she felt Brent's hand on her calf snaking it's way up her leg. His warm hand felt so good against her and she shifted her weight so he could feel her better. She needed him to touch her, to allow her to cum too. Her own cunt was dripping wet and she needed the release. She needed to feel him and have him. She needed to be fucked until she came all over his hard cock. But as she felt his hand creep higher, she had another thought, one that aroused her more.

Pulling back from her mentor's mouth Eva turned and hissed at Brent, "Did I give you permission to touch me?" Speaking those words stirred a passion in Eva's body. Seeing his reaction heightened the pleasure.

Brent froze his movements.

Eva slowly stood and turned as Brent's hand fell away from her leg. He looked at her with a mix of concern and a hint of desire. He wanted this she realized. He did it on purpose to test her. Elizabeth McCabe slowly rose up onto her elbows and released Brent's hair. She looked at him sternly as he slowly and gently withdrew from between her thighs. Eva waited to see what Ms. McCabe would say. Her mentor was silent however, this was Eva's task to handle.

Eva spoke again, a soft harsh whisper that pushed Brent back on his heels, "I asked if I gave you permission to touch me?"

"No."

"So you presume to think that you're allowed to do it because I was involved with the two of you."

Brent had no response and Eva looked at him. His head was slightly down but she could still see Elizabeth McCabe's juices slick on his face. His fingers were still wet as well but he made no movement to clean himself off. What a whore, she thought with a twinge of arousal. Her whore, her slut, Brent was hers now. Elizabeth McCabe had said so and she could do as she pleased with him. She glanced back at her mentor who had now smoothed her skirt back down over her thighs and was sitting on the edge of her desk again. Her mentor gave her a silent subtle nod and turned back to look at Brent.

"I think you need to learn to wait until you're told you can do something. I think you need to learn to respect my wishes now, not your former Master's commands. You listen to me now. I think you need to learn that you're my fucking whore now."

Eva contemplated her next move before saying, "Take off your tie and give it to me."

With a soft gasp of anticipation, Brent slid his hands over his tie and undid the knot. He pulled it slowly from his neck and handed it to Eva. In the process Eva noticed his still hard cock throbbing hard against his pants. She knew then what she needed to do.

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Washington Series 2:2 - Eva's Discovery Continued

Ms. McCabe leaned over Brent. Smiling softly at him she ran her fingers through his hair. Her other hand tipped his chin up to her and she leaned closer to whisper in his ear. Eva watched, still dumbstruck, as Brent's mouth slowly curled into a smile.

Eva, confused by the entire situation, wrestled with her feelings. So many had passed over her in the time since she had entered the office of her mentor. Confusion followed by embarrassment, anger, jealousy, disappointment and betrayal. Her emotions were back to confusion for the moment - not at the relationship between Brent and Elizabeth McCabe, but confusion at the suggestion that she be involved somehow. Eva had never shared a man nor did she care to. If Brent was spoken for, she knew jealousy could never be kept at bay. She would always be wondering if he was with her, what they were doing, if she could ever be as good as her...

Brent broke into her thoughts. Still on his knees, he crawled over to her chair and knelt before her. "Eva," he pleaded, "please don't be angry with me. I can tell you're hurt. I never wanted to do that to you. What Ms. McCabe said was true. I do love you. I wouldn't have brought you in here today if I didn't love you. I want us to explore more together and this was the only way I knew how to tell you. I just wanted to show you how much I adore you by introducing you to this. I know you're probably mad that I never told you about this relationship, but it's not like ours. I do love her, I won't deny that, but it's not the forever love that I feel with you. You're the one I want to be with, Eva."

Eva sighed as she looked at her lover. He had poured his heart out to her and she knew deep down inside she felt the same. Eva glanced up at Elizabeth MCCabe, not knowing if what he had said hurt her. Her mentor smiled back at Eva and nodded her head. There was no disappointment in her face, no hurt, just a gentle look at both of them.

"Okay," Eva said after some time, "if this makes you happy, I'll bite." She leaned over and kissed him gently. A smile lit up his face. Squeezing her hands for a moment, he released them and crawled back over to Elizabeth McCabe.

She turned to him, but spoke to Eva, "You see Eva, it's possible to give and receive pleasure outside of a relationship. It doesn't change one's heart, it only satisfies the body. There's no reason for guilt or shame as long as it's clear who belongs to whom. Right now Brent still belong to me. I am willing to turn him over to you. That is, after I show you what you're meant to be."

She hesitated before continuing, "I have other lovers, Eva, they belong to me. The difference between me and others who have multiple partners is all of my lovers know about each other, each one knows who I'm with, there are no secrets. Occasionally we even get together as a group."

Brent flushed at the last statement. She chuckled, "Brent particularly enjoys those moments." Brent's cheeks grew more red.

"Though I think that's enough talking don't you think?" she said as she looked down at Brent. Eva looked at him too. She was strangely aroused listening to the soft voice speaking. She surprised herself by wanting to see what Ms. McCabe was going to do. Brent was visibly aroused as well. She could see his hard cock straining for release beneath his pants.

Elizabeth MCCabe bent down over Brent and once again ran her fingers through his hair, this time however, she grabbed the back of his hair and pulled it back sharply. Both Brent and Eva gasped. "Would you like that slut? Do you want to show Eva what we do together?"

"Oh yes, Master," Brent whispered, "please."

Eva watched as her mentor kissed Brent roughly and passionately. She wriggled in her chair as she watched the intensity of the scene. She felt a sudden rush of arousal move through her. She wanted to watch this, all other feelings were gone. No jealousy, no hurt, no embarrassment - all of it gone and replaced with the strong desire to watch them.

Eva was vaguely aware of anything until she heard Brent groan deeply. "Lick me," were the words spoken. "Make me cum. Show Eva what dirty fucking whore you are for me. Make me cum for her."

Brent moved then, kneeling lower, he ran his hands over Elizabeth McCabe's stilettos, caressing them before slipping his hands up to her ankles. His hands drifted up as she took a few steps back to lean against the desk. Brent's hands snaked their way up under her skirt, pulling it as he went, revealing the top of the black stockings she wore. Brent's lips found her skin, kissing along where the lace met flesh. Pushing her skirt up further, he groaned again as he revealed her already wet sex.

Eva involuntarily sucked in her breath when Brent revealed Elizabeth McCabe to her. Her cunt pulsed at the sight. Eva was so aroused now. She didn't know if she could watch much longer before having to touch herself.

Her mentor read her thoughts and spoke in a husky voice, "Do what ever you want Eva. Touch yourself if you need to. You may touch Brent as well, but not until I say it's okay. I want you to watch for awhile."

Eva nodded lustfully at her.

Brent's hands continued to massage and move around Ms. McCabe's thighs, such skilled and masculine hands. Eva could almost feel him against her flesh as she watched. Brent moved his mouth up to her clit and flicked his tongue over it and Eva gasped. His full concentration was on Elizabeth McCabe. Eva watched as he circled his tongue over her, watching how he licked her, fascinated seeing him do this to someone else. His tongue moved deftly over her skin, flicking and sucking at her clit before moving down to taste her juices. Ms. McCabe raised her leg and positioned her sharp stiletto on Brent shoulder eliciting a moan from him. Eva could see his straining cock throb at the contact.

Brent hands parted her thighs further, spreading her for him and Eva. His fingers slid along her slit, slipping into her dripping cunt. Elizabeth McCabe moaned than, "That's it slut, fuck me with your fingers, fuck me like it was your cock, make me cum all over your fingers, your face." Brent moaned again and began pushing his fingers into her, slipping them in and out of her wetness. Two fingers at first, then three. his mouth licked and sucked at her clit as his fingers thrust inside her harder and faster.

Eva could hardly control herself. The scene before her was too erotic. She slipped her hand down and pulled up her skirt, slipping her fingers in her panties. She was dripping wet and the touch of her hand on her clit caused her to groan. Her other hand slipped into her blouse and found her breast. She squeezed her already erect nipple and gasped again. She was so close to cumming. Her fingers skidded over her aroused clit as she continued to watch...

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Washington D.C. Series 1:2-The Beginning

Eva couldn't stop thinking about the curious behavior she had seen in Elizabeth McCabe's office a few days earlier. What had Brent been doing? Did he drop something? Did he fall and miss the chair. It was bizarre. She had seen Brent a few times since then but didn't have the courage to ask him about it. And besides, he always seemed in a rush and she didn't have the heart to stop him.

She also found herself not able to call Ms. MCabe anything but by her proper title or her full name, not even in her own head. She supposed it was due to the power she exuded - it literally flowed from her and seeped into everything around her. It drew Eva to her at the same time. She couldn't help but gravitate to her. She suspected it might even be a bit of a girl crush. Eliazbeth McCabe was beautiful, successful and powerful. Who wouldn't be drawn to her.

It was a few minutes before she could pack up and leave when Brent suddenly appeared at her side. Surprised, she looked up and smiled at him and was rewarded with a very sexy smile back.
"Hey there Eva," he said in a sultry voice, "I've been looking forward to seeing you again."
"Oh?" she asked.
Sliding half onto her desk, he leaned over and whispered, "I enjoyed meeting you the other day."
Eva blushed slightly, "I enjoyed meeting you too."
"Good, then may I be so bold as to ask you out for a drink tonight?"
"Tonight?" Eva thought quickly about the amount of work she was taking home with her. It could wait until later. One drink couldn't hurt.
"I'd love that, yes." Eva said. She really hadn't been out in the city yet. Of course, that was because she really hadn't met anyone to go out with yet. There were a few nice people at her gym, but no one who match the looks and charm of Brent.
"Wonderful... shall we go?" Brent winked at her and stood, helping Eva with her bag.

It was a short ride and arriving at the bar, Eva realized she was out of her league. Every brick on the bar's facade exuded money, something Eva didn't have. She sure hoped Brent was planning on paying tonight and that this wasn't some sort of work happy hour. If it was a happy hour, she may be sticking to club soda with a lemon.

As she reached for the car door handle, Brent gently took hold of her wrist. Turning back to him questioningly, she couldn't mistake the look in his eye.
"Eva, I know this is going to sound forward again, but I just can't help but ask." he asked, managing to look kind of shy, "May I kiss you?"
Eva just looked at him for a moment. Did she really just hear that?
"I just can't help it Eva, you're beautiful, you're smart, you're talented and I can't get you out of my mind. You've occupied every thought since I met you."
Eva blinked and stared at him. No man had ever been this eloquent with his words to her. It sounded like the perfect pick-up line and Eva was unsure if she wanted to be picked-up.
"You have?" Eva asked, disbelieving he was genuine.
"I really have. Ms. McCabe has told me so much about you and I must admit that I'm intrigued."
"Wow, thank you." She said and supposed a little kiss couldn't hurt. "Just that comment alone deserves a little kiss."
Brent's smile lit up and he leaned in to her. The minute his soft lips touched hers, her body responded. His mouth was warm and gentle. His lips moved sensuously over hers. It was a kiss of desire and they both felt it. She moaned softly, an indication of much she had missed this type of intimacy. Taking her response as approval, Brent's tongue gently pushed at her until her lips parted for him. It swirled over her tongue, asking more from her. Eva allowed him to kiss her deeply and passionately. Her body surged with a sudden lust, one that had been quiet for far too long. It was suddenly as if someone switched Eva on, she wanted him. She needed him. She wanted more than a kiss, she needed to fuck him.
"Brent..." she panted as she broke their kiss. "I don't think I want to have drink any more."
Brent looked crushed as he pulled away from her. "Eva, I'm sor-"
Eva cut him off with another kiss. "No, I don't want a drink, I want to go someplace where we'd have more privacy. I want more of what we've started."
Brent groaned softly at her words, wanting her just as much and he kissed Eva deeper. His hand reached behind her head and pulled her close. His mouth crushed hers as he reached over started up the car.
Breathlessly pulling away he put the car in drive and headed to, what Eva assumed, would be his place.

Eva's thoughts raced through her mind on the drive. She hasn't jumped into bed with a man she hardly knew since her undergraduate years. Why was she doing it now? She really shouldn't be sleeping with someone from work, particularly not someone who was above her in seniority. But she didn't work directly under him... at least not yet. Eva looked over at him and lust immediately washed over her again. She was doing it for her she knew. Here was a man obviously taken with her and she couldn't help but want him. It had been too long since she last had a lover. Even then he was just someone she was passing time with. Eva needed to feel a body against hers. She needed to feel the warmth of another's touch. She needed a night of pleasure in this lonely city. Glancing out the window, Eva could just make out the lights that lit the White House. She smiled to herself then, she was here after all, she may as well enjoy it.

Brent finally pulled up to a magnificent brownstone and Eva gasped at its beauty. She really was out of her league when it came to him. Eva made a mental note not to ask Brent back to her tiny apartment. Helping her from the car, he led her up the steps to the big wooden door that led into the house. The minute Brent opened the door, Eva knew she exactly what she was going to have...

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Washington D.C. Series 1:1

Hello my lovely readers. Yes, I realize it's been some time since I last posted. I've been taking the time to do a bit more serious writing, the beginnings of which are posted here. The audio book opportunity has led me to writing a second "city" series which I have been developing fervently over the past several weeks. Washington D.C. is a look at a young lawyer named Eva who ventures into uncharted territory in our Capitol City. While this post may not start out with the erotic intensity normally found within my pages, rest assured that there will be highly charged sexual situations revealed in the next few posts. So please sit back, relax and enjoy. There's more to come soon.

And if you haven't checked out my audio book for the New York series, you can find it here.

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As she brought up the last box from her rented Uhaul, Eva took a long look around her apartment. It was smaller then she was used to with it's gray-white walls and dirty tan carpet. The kitchen had been appallingly tiny but it was still far bigger than the others she had looked at. She'd get used to it, she supposed, for this wasn't rural Ohio anymore. Washington D.C. was a much bigger city and with a much bigger price tag.

She put the box down with the rest of them and walked into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she pulled out a bottle of water. She had a half of a leftover salad from lunch and three bottles of water. She thought it might be an opportune time to find out where the nearest grocery store was when she returned the rented truck. Taking a long swig from the bottle, she wandered back into the tiny square of a living room. Her couch had barely fit against the one wall. Where was she going to put all of her stuff? There was barely enough space in here for her. She looked over the pile of boxes filling the rest of the room and hallway and mentally kicked herself for choosing to move in the day before she started her new job.

Still, she was happy to be here. It was a long time ago when she realized that small city life really wasn't for her. Ever since she was 10 years old, she dreamt of living in the big city, partying with socialites and hob-nobbing with the famous. She thought that she'd end up in New York, but Washington D.C. would certainly do. While the city wasn't filled with celebrity actors, it had it's fair share of senators, congressmen and various other politicians and her new job at McCabe, Denhurst, Fabian and Walker law offices would be the perfect opportunity to meet them. She had purposely picked this law office because of it's connections to Capitol Hill. All she had to do now was perform well enough to impress someone enough to get invited to the private parties. Eva wasn't worried about that though. She'd make a good impression in no time.

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Eva's first two weeks were disappointing to say the least. Eva acknowledged that while she didn't go to a top name law school, she was certainly above doing mundane filing for the two male chauvinist, one-year-her-senior, moronic lawyers had her doing. Here she was, valedictorian of her law class, filing like some secretary. She was a lawyer, albeit inexperienced, but she deserved to at least help with some cases. Eva was beginning to question if she made the right move.

It was then that Human Resources buzzed her to tell her that Senior Partner Elizabeth McCabe wanted to meet with her. Would she be available for a two o'clock meeting? Eva swallowed hard. Either it would be about something very good or very bad. No one saw the senior partners when they were at her level, let alone only two weeks on the job. Of course she'd be available she said and set about trying to think as little as possible about Elizabeth McCabe and what would be happening at two o'clock.

Time passed quickly and as Eva exited the elevator on the seventh floor, she marveled at the difference in decor from where she sat. Here it was mahogany shelves, beautiful lush carpets and secretaries that walked out of fashion magazines. The partners did well for themselves. She hoped to do this well someday too. After announcing herself to Ms McCabe's secretary, she settled into a cushy leather chair and nervously waited for her moment.

It was then that a very attractive man sat down across from her. Eva looked over him. The man had sexy yet rugged features, strangely erotic in a setting such as this. His obviously expensive suit fit him well. Eva guessed he worked out religiously from the cut of his clothes and the strength in his jaw.

"Here's a man I could take a tumble with," she thought to herself as she noticed him looking her over as well.
Smiling with dazzling charm he said," Hello."
"Hello,"
"Waiting for Ms McCabe?
"I am, you?"
"I am," he said with a hint of a smirk.
Eva was careful to act as professional as possible. She still didn't know who the other senior members of the firm were yet and she didn't want to make any mistakes. Yet, this man was so sexy, she couldn't help but let her thoughts wander into less than professional areas.
Clearing her head of those thoughts, she extended her hand and said, "I'm Eva Longwell."
"I'm Brent Martin, very nice to meet you."
Eva couldn't help but blush over the way he emphasized "very".
"I heard there was a young new lawyer starting here. I didn't realize she would be smart and beautiful."
Eva blushed again. Here she was on the verge of being sexually harassed and loving every minute of it.
"Did they mention I was talented too?" she retorted, enjoying the conversation.
"No," he said with a killer grin, "but I have no doubt that you are."

Just as Eva was relaxing into the conversation with her new found friend the voice behind her quipped, "Miss Longwell, Ms. McCabe is ready for you."
Smiling briefly at Brent, Eva said, "I guess that's my cue." She stood, straightened her skirt and set off toward the door to the senior partner's office. Knocking softly, she entered.

Eva immediately sucked in her breath. The view was stunning. The building was tall and the bay window in Ms. McCabe's office over looked all of Capitol Hill. She could see everything. Being a partner certainly had its benefits. Dragging her eyes away from the window, she took in her surrounding. Elizabeth McCabe's office had a slightly different feel than the waiting area. Everything in here was softer, a bit more feminine but not girly. She could sense feminine strength from everything to the look of the desk to the beautiful oriental rug over the hardwood floor.

"Mss Longwell, it's so lovely to meet you." Ms. McCabe said, breaking the silence as she crossed the room to greet her.
Shaking her hand, Eva replied," And it's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. McCabe."
"Please," she said and directed Eva to a leather armchair in front of her desk.
"So, I'm sure you're wondering why I called you up here," she said looking at Eva intently, "Please be assured it's for only good reasons."
Eva let out a small sigh of relief and smiled.
"I wanted to let you know that I'm pulling you from under Vanders and Heebler and bringing you onto my own staff. It's rare that we hire an intelligent female around here and from your impressive school record, I want someone like you on my staff. I've been watching you and I know you're more capable than those two idiots think you are."
Eva could scarcely contain herself but managed to control an appropriate "thank you."
"You can move your things tomorrow and we'll get started right away. it won't be glamourous to start but I think you'll take to it quite easily. You might be doing some filing for me, but I'll be asking you to review those files before putting them away. I'll be your mentor for the next several months. There will likely be long hours, late nights and the odd weekend here and there. Are you up for the challenge?"
"I am," Eva said excitedly, "I'm honored that you'd think of me. Thank you very much."
"Don't thank me yet," replied Elizabeth McCabe with a small laugh as she held out her hand. "Welcome aboard."
After shaking hands again, Eva made her way to the door. Startling her, it opened just before her hand could reach the handle. Brent walked in through the open door. Throwing her a gorgeous smile and winking, he walked over to desk. As the door was shutting behind her, she heard Elizabeth McCabe quietly, but sternly say, "Sit." Her last view before the door shut behind her was of Brent Martin dropping to his knees.

to be continued...