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"What?" I say in surprise.
"I like it when a man speaks up for his woman. Yeah, she's cute, and yeah, I would've loved to have had her tonight, but I respect the fact that you spoke up to me."
"Okay." I say, wondering what the hell is going on.
"Most men don't say shit because I'm Whittaker Matlock and I make $50 million a year, sometimes more."
"Okay."
"Men are intimidated by me. I've got it all. The looks, the money, the cock." He grins as he looks over at Skye. "Honey, you're missing out on a pretty thick hard cock."
Skye blushes and looks down.
"Dude," I say.
"Sorry." He grins. "I was just letting her know. I mean, you guys open to it?"
”Open to what?" I snap.
"Me fucking her."
I take a deep breath and count to five.
"Excuse me?"
"Look, I'm just saying that there are plenty of men that let me their fuck women and like to watch. I don't know if you're one of those dudes."
"I'm not."
He grins. "Okay. Well, if you want my autograph, where's the paper or something?" he asks her.
"I guess I can get one," she says, looking over at me.
I can tell she's uncomfortable, and I feel really bad putting her in this position.
"Hey, dude, my name is Kingston Chase. I'm an attorney for a law firm here in The City, and I know that you're looking for new representation. I'm interested in signing you as a client.
"Oh." He frowns. "Is that what this was about?"
I'm surprised that he doesn't sound angry or pissed off.
"I mean, kind of." I nod.
"Okay. I'm not going to sign any paperwork with you right now, but I guess we can have a meeting next week or something."
I stare at him in surprise. "Really?"
"Really. This is not the weirdest way I've been approached to do business." He laughs. "I like working with people that will act like desperados to work with me. It shows me that you'll do anything that I ask."
"I mean, within the law, of course."
He chuckles. "Of course." He looks back over at Skye. "You're a pretty thing, aren't you?" She blushes again and he chuckles. I feel him wrap his arm around my shoulder and squeeze. "You're lucky to have a pretty one like this." He grins. "But get out of my space. Me and my boys here are talking about something that I don't think you're going to want to hear if you're about to become my attorney."
"As your attorney, it would be better that I know everything about?—"
"I don't think you're going to want to hear this," he says. "Plausible deniability. That's the term, right?"
"It is a term," I say, nodding my head.
