Forbidden Law - BWWM Romance

You Trust Me, Right?

Gregory

My gaze remained fixed on Myesha as I awaited her response. Her tight black dress, stopping well above her knees, accentuated her curves in a way that mesmerized me.

I couldn't deny her magnetic pull on me; it seemed like the dress was doing her plenty of favors.

As Myesha finally spoke, her voice was filled with confidence and a hint of mischief. I couldn't help but notice the subtle smile playing on her lips, adding to her allure. I wondered if she knew the effect she had on me, or if it was simply a natural part of her charm.

I silently acknowledged that it wasn't my fault that my future lawyer was undeniably attractive. Her full lips, big, beautiful brown eyes, and radiant brown skin held a certain allure that was hard to ignore.

She was curvier than most women I was accustomed to, but I found myself drawn to that very fact. There was something undeniably captivating about her voluptuous figure.

It wasn't just her physical appearance that captivated me, but also her confident and charismatic personality. Every time she walked into the room, she exuded a magnetic energy that drew people towards her. It was as if she had a gravitational pull that made it impossible for me to resist her charm.

"Umm, Mr. Davis. Do you think this is appropriate?" Myesha's voice cut through my thoughts, returning me to the present.

I blinked, realizing I had been lost in my own daydream. I quickly composed myself and cleared my throat before answering Myesha's question.

"It depends," I replied with a sly smile, my eyes still locked onto her. Her scent was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but wonder what she tasted like.

As I continued to gaze at Myesha, my mind wandered to forbidden fantasies, making it even harder for me to maintain a professional demeanor. I knew I had to regain control before things became too complicated.

Myesha moved gracefully away from me and circled her desk, the click of her heels punctuating the silence in the room. As she sat down, her movements were deliberate, and her presence exuded confidence. She flipped through her files with determination, her fingers moving swiftly over the documents.

I couldn't help but be captivated by Myesha's commanding presence and drawn to her magnetic energy. I knew I had to focus on the task at hand, pushing aside my distracting thoughts and reminding myself of the importance of professionalism in our work environment.

I couldn't help but notice the subtle signs that she was indeed interested in me. Her occasional glances in my direction, the way her full lips curved into a thoughtful smile—it all suggested an underlying attraction.

However, I was hesitant to act on these signs, as I didn't want to jeopardize our professional relationship or make Myesha uncomfortable. I decided to tread carefully and maintain a respectful distance while still appreciating our undeniable chemistry.

What bothered me, though, was the uncanny feeling of familiarity that washed over me whenever I looked at her. It was as if we shared a connection from another time, something I couldn't quite place but couldn't ignore. This was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

I found myself drawn to Myesha's presence, her magnetic energy pulling me in. It was like we were two puzzle pieces meant to fit together, but I couldn't decipher the larger picture. Despite my curiosity, I knew it was crucial to prioritize our professional boundaries and not let my personal feelings interfere with our work dynamic.

"Mr. Davis," she finally spoke, her voice a blend of professionalism and a hint of something else. "Let's focus on your case. Have a seat."

As I took a seat, I couldn't help but notice the subtle warmth in her eyes, which mirrored the unspoken connection between us.