“Oh, I disagree,” she said, her voice dropping to a smoky whisper. She straightened up and, with deliberate slowness, began to walk around the side of the desk. “Every room is an arena. It’s just a matter of knowing which weapons to use.”
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 didn’t move his hands. He didn’t touch her. Instead, he looked directly into her eyes and said, “What kind of persuasion are we talking about, Counselor?” “Oh, I disagree,” she said, her voice dropping
“Oh, I disagree,” she said, her voice dropping to a smoky whisper. She straightened up and, with deliberate slowness, began to walk around the side of the desk. “Every room is an arena. It’s just a matter of knowing which weapons to use.”
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.
He didn’t move his hands. He didn’t touch her. Instead, he looked directly into her eyes and said, “What kind of persuasion are we talking about, Counselor?”