Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4
MARSHALL
Keeping Jasper here is a mistake, but I owe it to Lincoln Rutherford to see it through.
I had warned Lin that I wasn’t easy to deal with during big cases, and the one this summer is big. He had laughed, said he knew that, and that he had just the student to send me. Someone who could “handle me”—his words.
From what I knew, Jasper was intelligent and driven. Lin said Jasper was hoping to turn his experience with me over the summer to not only satisfying his internship grant requirements but much more. Jasper is associate editor of the Law Review and is preparing a special edition on AIDS and HIV Law. My specialty. He also has, in conjunction with the special edition, been on the planning committee for a symposium on the same topic at the law school.
I know because I signed up both to submit an article for the special edition and to give a lecture at the symposium in the fall. That was equal parts favor to Lin, wanting to be back on The Wyn, and just good professional practice.
And now, well, last night, I managed complicate all of it.
Last night had been a dream. I remember how the casual pants he was wearing draped just right on his lean hips, his t-shirt suggesting definition as much as it begged to be stripped off.
And I had. The awkwardness I knew I would feel with an app hookup was gone when I looked at him. I wanted him and apparently that was enough to cut through any situational awkwardness.
Well, not the present kind of situational awkwardness. This unprecedented moment of being turned on in my own office, because last night I received an epic blow job from the man I would be working with side-by-side all summer.
There is no fault here. After years in this business, I am adept at telling when someone is lying to me, and Jasper hadn’t been when he said he didn’t know who I was last night.
And I hadn’t been either when I said I wasn’t his boss. For a moment, I wish I were because it would make the ethics of keeping my hands off him so much clearer. But, still, he is my intern and that is clear enough.
If he wants to learn what it is to fight a system that has no intentions of changing, then he’s in the right place.
But, there will be no repeat of last night.
No return to him on his knees, wrapping that talented mouth around my cock. The look on his face, too, was a remarkable sight. The way his eyelashes fluttered, eyes tearing at the effort. The way he sounded when…
Holy shit, I need to get it together.
Problem, Marsh? Keith unhelpfully chimes in.
My teeth grind together. Of course, Keith now wants to give advice.
He can compartmentalize, Keith continues, and I can feel the smirk in his words. Can you?
I sigh and try not to look anywhere but Jasper’s face. Not at the adorable bow tie and khakis and how they wrap his…nope, not there.
I throw words at him, harsher than I should be, and I see the hurt cross his eyes, quickly hidden. There is resignation, too.
He’s used to nasty words from men, I realize, feeling shock that such a pretty and sexy young man would have such a reaction even for a moment.
Reading people well has its drawbacks. People always show things they don’t realize. Jasper’s reaction takes the wind out of my sails a bit.
I sigh, sorry for being so harsh. But the words have their intended effect.
It puts distance between me and the all too tempting summer intern.