Armand's Assistant

   8:30 AM He’s in the conference room waiting for me. Today’s pretext, a meeting it’s the same excuse he has used every Monday for the past two months, a private session. Armand is an excellent liar; no wonder he became a lawyer. It made one wonder if lying is a requirement to get into law school, I don’t think so. Armand is just good at it, lying that is, too bad, I thought as I made my way down the hallway toward the conference room, but damn he’s an attractive man. We will talk for a few minutes; I will bring him up to date on the cases the firm is currently working on, Who did what? Who said what? And who agreed to what, actual Lawyer stuff then things will move in a different direction; it always did with Armand Calderon. “Morning Mr. Calderon” I greeted him placing the hand full of folders I carried on the table before taking my seat ‘Good morning Ms. Morgan, how was your weekend? “My weekend was fine, and yours?” I asked “Played golf with some buddies, boring stuff.” “If you say so… shall we?” I said tapping the stack of folders on the table in front of me. “Of course, after all, that is why we are here, isn’t it?” “Yes” I replied looking over at him, he was smiling, damn I thought if only he knew how much that smile affected me, knowing him, he would flash that smile at me every chance he got; too bad I thought reaching for a folder. An hour later, with all the update done, folders neatly stacked in front of me, the game began. Armand leaned closer, inches from me and the game thus began. “I want to kiss you… let me kiss you.” “No.” ‘Why not… don’t you find me attractive, I certainly find you irresistible.” ‘That is not the point.” “What is the point, Ms. Morgan?” Looking down at the ring on his finger, I touched it “What about your wife” I asked, yes too bad I thought… he’s married. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” Tempting I thought, always tempting but no “I can’t,” I replied, the words barely audible. I was weakening, and Mr. Calderon recognized it. ‘You want to, I can see it in your eye, smell it,” he said, leaning into me, “I bet if I were to touch you, you are wet.” “Once again, not the point,” I said, dismissing his remarks “besides that would be s****l harassment, won’t it?” “As I said, I won’t tell if you don’t.” “I’ll make it easy for you…no.” “Live a little Ms. Morgan life is short; follow your passion.” “One of these days, Mr. Calderon just not today.” “Alright, there is always tomorrow.” He replied, and with that left the room without saying another word. First-round completed and four more to go…. And I was weakening and today was just Monday.