The Law of Attraction (8 page)

“And they have a “plan.” Isn’t that special? You know, I have some footage of an alien autopsy you guys should check out,” I said sarcastically, and Braden snorted with amusement.

“Switching sides already.” Adam shook his head.

“Hey, it's the New York Times, not the National Enquirer,” Mark shot back. “I just figured that Senator Pierce might be interested in knowing that his son is dating the Kingmaker’s daughter.”

“My dad does things strictly by the book,” I said. “He wouldn’t make a bed without asking three people to advise him, two people to draft proposals and someone to provide catering. He’s not sitting in some smoky back room plotting the future of the country.”

“Can I see the article?” Braden asked. Mark passed it over and Braden took a few minutes to read it.

“My dad would probably just find it an amusing coincidence. For the record, he’s not the pawn of any secret cadre of businessmen with moderate political views.” He winked at me and my tummy fluttered again. Ha! I was on the teasing end for a change and Braden was on
my
side! I loved it!

“I think you guys should take a road trip to Roswell,” I joked.

“Maybe you can prove that Elvis is still alive and break the Da Vinci Code on the way,” he added and I giggled. Mark and Adam gave each other a look.

“I think it’s just the two of us now, Adam,” Mark said.

“Want to lay some cash on how long he has?” Adam asked.

“Six months,” Mark answered.

“Until engagement or actual marriage?”

“Just until engagement. You’ve got to give him some time to get past denial and make it to acceptance.”

“Nah. What are you, blind? This is only their second date and he may not even have banged her yet. He’s going down like the Hindenburg this time, man. I say engaged in three, married in six.” Adam smiled and sipped his beer “It was a good run though, Brade.” He lifted his beer in a toast.

“You’re nuts!” Mark replied. “I say, you’ve got to give him some time to get
her
under control. I think she’s more dangerous than people realize. Engaged in six, married in twelve.”

“You’re on. I’ll take that action for a Benjamin,” Adam said and wrote something down on a scrap of paper and stuck it in his wallet.

“Isn’t betting illegal in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania outside of licensed venues?” I asked Braden with a smile.

“We might have to make a citizen’s arrest,” he smiled back.

The pizza arrived and I have to admit that watching the game was actually kind of interesting. I wanted to demonstrate that I was interested in learning more about the things Braden liked, so I asked questions and made a few observations – although admittedly, some of them may have been a little… odd. I even found myself cheering at various times. Once it was at the wrong time, but Braden cleared that up. Several times I caught him watching me and smiling as I stared at the screen, my brows furrowed in concentration. I definitely amused him.

When the game was over, I helped him to clean up and he seemed to like watching me do that too. In fact, he seemed almost fascinated by watching me do the dishes and put them away for some reason. I had a feeling that my shorts were probably riding up every time I reached for the top cupboards. Mark offered to walk me two blocks back to my building before driving home. Before I left Braden gave me a sweet goodbye kiss which, of course, led Adam and Mark to both tell us how disturbingly cute we were and led Adam to inform Mark that he should be prepared to pay up.

Monday

Commonwealth v. Sanchez

Braden was questioning the witness, Mr. Lao, owner of a corner market that my client had held up. I won’t even say “allegedly” held up because I was quickly discovering that there was pretty much no doubt whatsoever that my client was guilty. Mr. Lao was a small, highly agitated man who spoke with a heavy accent and gestured a lot with his hands. His message, nevertheless, was coming across loud and clear. We were screwed.

“So Mr. Lao, it’s your testimony that the defendant, Mr. Sanchez, held you up at gunpoint and asked you to open your cash drawer. What happened then?” (My client claimed that this was all a big misunderstanding, incidentally.)

“He say ‘not enough money’ and he look mad. Then he tie me up with tape and I sit behind counter.” Yeah, kind of hard to see how this could have been a misunderstanding.

“And what did Mr. Sanchez do then?”

“He work register. Wait on customer. Take money.” I forced myself not to roll my eyes. Inner-Gabrielle was slapping my client upside the head.

“Wait a minute!” Judge Channing cut in incredulously. “Did you just say that
he
worked the register?!” I sighed.
Why did I always get these cases?

“Yes. He wait on customer. Make change,” Mr. Lao answered.

“How long did he do this?” Braden asked, glancing at me.
Here it comes. Are you ready for it?

“Eight hour.”
Cue confetti!

“He worked a full shift?!” Judge Channing cut in again. I saw Braden cover his mouth and turn toward the prosecution table to fumble with some paper.
Yeah, laugh it up, pretty boy.

“Yes. He good worker.” Braden coughed.

“No further questions Your Honor.”

“Ms. Ginsberg!” Judge Channing looked at me dubiously.

“Mr. Lao,” I said rising to my feet. “English is not your first language, is it?”

“No.”

“And Mr. Sanchez spoke with an accent. True?” (Not like tying him up hadn’t given him a hint to my client’s intentions.)

“Yes. He have accent.”

“Thank you. No more questions.” I sat down.

“Any redirect?”

“Just one question, Your Honor,” Braden replied. “Mr. Lao, did you understand everything that Mr. Sanchez said to you?”

“He say give me all your money or I shoot you. You see when you look at security camera video.”
Yep. We were screwed.
Inner-Gabrielle started filing her nails. This one was over.

“No further questions.”

“I’m assuming there’s no argument, Ms. Ginsberg?” Judge Channing asked, giving me a look that clearly said that there had damned well better not be any. I tapped my pen against my legal pad as if I were actually giving it careful consideration and making a strategic decision to hold off. I wasn’t fooling anyone. I had nothing.

“No, Your Honor, however, we hope to discuss the possibility of a plea bargain with the Commonwealth.”

“Obviously. All charges held for trial. Schedule it.” He banged his gavel. That, thankfully, was the last case of the day. Braden brought me the order and Mr. Sanchez, the industrious armed robber, was led away.

“No deal.”

“What? What do you mean no deal?”

“Gabrielle, the man worked the counter for eight hours with the owner tied up behind him. It’s all on video. I would have to try
really hard
to lose this case at trial.”

“You want to waste your time trying this? What is it you think I would say to the twelve jurors who gave up their day for that great example of the criminal justice system in action?”

“Maybe you could put on your ‘everybody has a right to a trial’ defense.”

“You know, I’m going to win with that one someday, baby. You had just better watch out.”

“Look, I won’t object to him pleading guilty.”

“With no agreement? How kind of you! Well, at least people won’t question whether I’m trading sexual favors for deals.”

“Wait a minute! You never said that was on the table!” he joked.

“I may have no other choice. He worked the freaking cash register for eight hours to get more money! On camera! C’mon, big boy. I’ll let you cuff me for plea to unlawful restraint with a two year cap.” I winked.

“Pack up your stuff and come with me,” he said, shaking his head and packing up his own files. I packed up all of my files and followed him out of the courtroom. I saw that we were headed toward the onsite DA’s offices where prosecutors prepared witnesses and negotiated plea bargains. We went in and he led me to an open interview room, shutting the door behind us. I figured that he had taken pity on me and would throw some kind of bone.

“So, you want to discuss a deal after all?” I asked seriously.

“I’ll think about it, but don’t expect it to be generous, and I won’t offer anything if the victim objects.”

“Okay?” I said, feeling a little confused. “I guess I can understand that. So why did you want to come here?”

“Because I want to kiss that saucy mouth.”

“Oh,” I said, surprised, and felt goose bumps form on my arms. We were at work. This was… different. He walked over and stood right in front of me. I could feel heat radiating from his body and, God, he smelled good. He grabbed my chin and tipped my head back. Then he looked intently into my eyes for a second, leaned down, and I could feel his warm breath and sense his lips about to brush mine, when he pulled back, teasing me. I opened my eyes again, unsure what to do and afraid to move. I was about to start panting and a small whimper escaped my throat.

It seemed to fire him up and his mouth came down on mine hard and took total possession of it. So far he had been a slow, sensuous kisser but today he was more greedy and demanding, almost dominating, and I’m not ashamed to tell you that I liked it! He reached inside my suit jacket and ran his fingers lightly along my back, sending shivers up and down my spine and I felt my lower regions heating up and liquefying. After melting my panties for a few minutes he pulled back.

“I have a confession. I tend to get a lot of adrenaline flowing in court,” he said in a husky voice. “When I’m in court with you, I also tend to get a lot of testosterone flowing. The combination fires up my libido like you wouldn’t believe.”

“I should argue with you more often,” I replied a little breathlessly.

“You argue with me all the time. We’re lawyers. And you’ve been driving me crazy for quite a while now. If we hadn’t started dating I probably would have banged half the women in this courthouse.”

“I thought that you had banged half the women in this courthouse.”

“Okay, the other half.”

“You know, I think I’m happy that I’m a lawyer. And, believe me, I don’t say that a lot.”

“Nobody says that a lot. I really need to have some hot sweaty monkey sex with you on Friday. And when I say “some” I mean hours’ worth. I’m talking getting seriously freaky until we pass out.”

“That’s the best offer you’ve made me all day. You know that if I wind up trying this dumbass case, I’m going to make you use that adrenaline and testosterone to service me all night.”

“Well then, we’ll definitely need to sleep in the next day. Now I have to get out of here before
I
hit the floor… with you under me.”

Tuesday

Commonwealth v. Murphy

My client, Ms. Brandy Murphy, had elected to go non-jury for her simple assault trial. That meant that the judge would determine whether or not she was guilty of assaulting her boyfriend Mr. Vinnie Virillo, who was presently testifying for the Commonwealth. The fates were smiling down on Ms. Murphy. That morning Judge Channing had awoken with a case of the runs, and sitting in for him was Judge Anita Blasko, President of the Women’s Bar Association. The courtroom also happened to be packed with women who had dated at least one Vinnie Virillo in their lives.

“Mr. Virillo, can you please describe for the judge what led to the police arriving at your house on April sixteenth of this year?” Braden asked the witness.

“I was in bed with my girlfriend and she started beating on me, so I got up and ran, and she ran after me and the neighbor called the cops.”

“Let’s go back, you were in bed with your girlfriend and what specifically happened?” More like what
hadn’t
happened, I thought cynically. I tried to keep my expression neutral even though Mr. Virillo had the same effect on my stomach as mixing a few gin martinis, a bottle of red wine, some orange Gatorade and a Twinkie. Don’t ask how I know that.

“We were having sex, you know? I got off, but she didn’t, and she was really pissed, sorry, mad, because I ain’t been trying too hard lately if you know what I mean.” Many women sitting in the courtroom waiting for cases knew what he meant, because I heard some angry female grumbling coming from behind me.

“Are you saying that she became angry because you reached orgasm before she did?” Let me just take a moment here to give myself some credit and point out as an aside that I have some pretty mad concentration skills, because hearing Braden Pierce say the word “orgasm” was almost enough to make me actually have one… okay, back to business.

“Not
before
I did!” My client got up from the defense table and yelled at Braden. “That selfish bastard don’t care if I ever do!” One of the spectators tossed out a, “you tell ‘em, honey!”

“Ms. Murphy!” I whispered harshly, all but forcing her to sit down. “You can’t do that. You’re just going to hurt your case.”

“Ms. Murphy!” Judge Blasko cautioned. “Listen to your lawyer and remain calm for your own good. And I’ll need everyone in the courtroom to remain quiet, please.” Ms. Murphy was mad and I didn’t blame her. Luckily, Judge Blasko looked like she didn’t either.

“So, Mr. Virillo,” Braden continued, “when you say she beat you, what do you mean?”

“She whacked me in the chest.”

“Was it a hard whack…Uh, that is, did she strike you with force?” Braden glanced at me and actually looked embarrassed. I could tell that he hated this case.

“Well, really it was more like a push. I went flying off of her and I wasn’t sticking around to find out what else she would do. She was really pissed, man. Sorry – mad.”

“And you said she ran after you?” There was more mumbling from the female part of the crowd and Judge Blasko shot them a warning look.

“Yeah! I headed for the door and she threw my clothes after me. The old lady who lives next door was outside and she got all worked up because I was naked, you know? So I told her, hey, lady, my crazy ass girlfriend is gonna beat the crap outta me and she called the cops on her.”