Chapter 1

 

 

"Bourbon?" Frank asked his protégé, Eric, while mixing a drink for himself behind the elegantly crafted mahogany bar.

"Sure." Eric leaned back against the brown leather sofa, wondering why Frank had asked him there. They were aboard his mentor's pride and joy - his sixty-four foot yacht - docked at the marina of their local sailing club. The older lawyer's excuse for them being there was that he wanted them to get to know each other better outside of work.

Eric wasn't buying it. Not for a second.

Frank wanted something; Eric knew it without a doubt. For the past year that they had been working together he'd gotten to know Frank well enough to know when he was being buttered up for a favour. Considering it was Frank's one day off this week, Eric knew it had to be important, why else would he have felt his new bride home alone to spend the day with him instead?

Frank had recently married Gia Greene, a woman twenty years younger than him. In fact, she was exactly Eric's age of twenty-four. From the first day Eric met her, at the office when she stopped by to visit her new husband, he had found himself drawn to her - very drawn - and who could blame him. She was a stunning woman, long chocolate brown hair, pale ivory skin and an hourglass figure. Her appearance was that of a pin-up girl if Eric ever saw one.

She was as sexy as hell. However, he covered his attraction for her well, both out of respect for Frank and for the fact that the last thing he needed was to be on the shit list of a senior partner of the firm. Unemployment seemed like a pretty high price to pay for any woman, even one as sexy as Gia.

"What do you need from me Frank?" he asked as his Frank finished pouring the drinks, passed one to Eric and then sat down across from him with his own in hand.

"I told you, to spend some time with you, get to know you outside of the office. Why is that so hard to believe?" Frank faked being offended.

"You're a terrible liar. No offense Sir, but how you can be a successful defence attorney is beyond me."

"Easily, my clients - our clients - are innocent." Reclining comfortably in the oversized brown leather armchair he took a leisurely sip from his drink. "You have to remember that, our clients are always innocent." He shrugged, "Even when they're not."

Eric rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Anthony Rizzo was not innocent." Anthony Rizzo was a crime boss who had gotten himself busted on a number of charges including money laundering, fraud and conspiracy to commit murder. The DA had been certain it would be a slam dunk victory. At least until they went head-to-head with Frank Sullivan.

Frank spread his hands out in front of him, palms to the ceiling and grinned. "The jury found him innocent."

"Well, he was once you were through with him." Eric shook his head and took another sip from his drink, though the admiration in his teasing tone was evident. "So come on, tell me why we're really here?"

Frank set his empty glass down on the mahogany coffee table between them and leaned back into his chair. He took in a deep breath and then let it out loudly. "Well I do have a small favour to ask you."

Laughing, Eric nodded. He figured as much. "What do you need?"

"Well, I believe you are aware that every year the active alumni members from my college fraternity get together."

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, this is the first year I've had a wife since my first wife passed away a number of years ago."

Eric's brows furrowed. He still wasn't getting what any of this had to do with him. "So? I'm sure Gia will manage to live without you for a few days on her own."

Frank shrugged, stood and walked back over to the bar, refilling his drink. "Well that's the problem; she can't be left alone for that long."

Eric frowned in surprise. Can't be left alone for that long? What the fuck? Baffled he finally asked, "Why? Does she have some sort of health issue? You can hire a nurse for the few days you're away."

Walking back over to his chair, Frank shrugged. "Well, I suppose you could say that..."

Eric sipped from his drink once more, savouring the burn as it slid down his throat.

"Gia has a sex addiction." Frank's face reddened from the admission.

"A sex addiction?" Eric chuckled. He didn't see that as a problem, however, it did explain why the older lawyer was always in such a good mood.

Frank shrugged. "She needs to get off a couple of times a day, which is where you come in. I can't have her out and about screwing anything with a cock. At least if I get you to accommodate her I can keep it discreet."

Eric's grin faded. He cocked his head to the side and examined Frank's expression. Was this some sort of odd test? It appeared as though he was serious, but that hardly seemed possible. A sex addiction? How insane was that? Personally, he jacked off a few times a day, but he'd hardly call himself an addict! This had to be a joke.

A wave of laughter shot through Eric. He had to hand it to Frank it was a pretty damned good joke. Who would have thought Frank could be such a joker, Frank who was always so serious. Frank had said it so seriously and Eric had gotten to know Frank well enough over the past year to see through his Frank's lies when he told them. "So did you think of that story just now or have you gone more elaborate with the prank? I take back what I just said about your lying ability that was a priceless performance."

"What?" A confused look crossed his Frank's face, combining with the embarrassed blush.

"Yah. Am I about to get X'd or Punked?"

"Punked?" Frank echoed, confused.

"Right, as in - is this some sort of prank?" Eric stood and walked around the small cabin, looking for anything that might seem suspicious. "Do you have a hidden camera around here somewhere?"

"Why the hell would I do that?"

Eric decided if there was a camera it had been hidden pretty well. Giving up his brief search he sat back down on the sofa and stared at his mentor. "There is no way you are serious, and if you are serious then you can't honestly think that I would go along with such a crazy idea. She's your wife! We work together! It would be inappropriate..."

It was Frank's turn to roll his eyes. "Oh please, quit with the melodrama, Eric."

"Melodrama? I think I make a pretty reasonable argument."

Frank sighed. "Fine, you want to play hardball. I can appreciate that. Chances are I'd play it in exactly the same way. I knew this favour would cost me something."

"It's not an issue of money."

Frank waved a dismissive hand at Eric, stood and walked over to his desk. Rummaging through the top drawer he produced his check book. I know you still have some outstanding student loan debt. The law firm paid half didn't they? Let me offer to take care of the other half for you. How much do you need?" Grabbing a pen he readied himself to start writing.

It was turning out to be one of the most bizarre days of Eric's twenty-four years. Mind you, spending a few days fucking Frank's very sexy nympho wife and getting paid to do it certainly didn't sound like the worst thing in the world. There really wasn't much of a downside at all, other than the obvious moral issue.

But then again they were lawyers, defending guilty as sin assholes for the most part. When he thought about it, it was pretty hard to get on his high horse about this considering what he did for a living. But still, she was married to his mentor, which meant he'd be seeing her at company functions and remembering how it felt to ram his cock into her.

Heaving a loud sigh Eric looked over at his Frank and smirked. "Well, aren't you nervous that after she's had the young buck, she won't want the old bull anymore?"

Frank snorted, "Not in the least."

Frowning, Eric felt compelled to ask, "Why not?"

"Regardless of your skills in the sack, the fact remains that I'm a senior partner pulling in a hell of a lot of money each year. You, on the other hand, are just beginning your career and I assure you Gia has tastes that far exceed what the firm is paying you," he paused for a moment as he began to write the check, "so how much do you need?"

Eric's frown deepened. He suddenly felt very, very cheap. He was tempted to tell Frank to forget about the money and he'd fuck her for free; however, education costs were expensive and as much as he hated to admit it, Frank was correct about the pay-scale. Heaving yet another loud sigh he realized the older attorney had won and rattled off a number that was close to twice what he really needed.

Without blinking an eye, his Frank wrote the check.