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“Or you can watch an innocent person go to prison because you were too… rigid… to listen to alternative forms of persuasion.”
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The case file on the desk, the motion for reconsideration, the coerced witness—all of it faded into the background static. The only evidence that mattered now was the primal, undeniable chemistry between a powerful judge and a woman who knew exactly how to use every asset at her disposal. BigTitsAtWork-Nikki-Benz-ZZ-Courthouse-Part-Two
He watched her, his expression unreadable, but his knuckles were white where he gripped the armrest of his chair. She moved behind him, trailing a single, manicured nail along the back of his chair. The scent of her perfume—jasmine and something darker, more carnal—enveloped him.
“You denied my motion,” she said softly, her lips almost brushing his ear. “But you didn’t dismiss my case. You left a door open.” “Or you can watch an innocent person go
Nikki smiled, a slow, confident curve of her lips. She ran a hand through her long, dark, wavy hair, letting the gesture draw his eye. “I believe in being thorough, Your Honor.”
Nikki, still in her impeccably tailored charcoal pinstripe blazer and a white silk blouse unbuttoned one button further than regulation strictly allowed, closed the heavy oak door behind her. The click of the lock was a punctuation mark, a full stop on the procedural world and the beginning of a more personal negotiation. He watched her, his expression unreadable, but his
Only then did he look up. His gaze, usually so stern and unreadable from the bench, was different in here. It was sharper, more focused. It traveled from her stiletto heels, up the long line of her nylon-clad legs, past the curve of her hip where the skirt hugged tight, and finally settled on the tension in her blouse. The fourth button, the one she’d deliberately left open, revealed a shadowed valley that had nothing to do with legal briefs.