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A/N: Post Second Opinion. Claire muses about Jack after meeting him and working with him for the first time. Please review. Love, Lawabidingchild.
Different
I've worked with Ben Stone for the past year. Now that he's resigned, Adam sees fit to set me up with another boss. But this particular man requested me and I couldn't say no. Jack is the all-around opposite of Ben. Jack has a skewed way of dealing with justice by trying to do so many things around the law. Ben was more conventional and strict. Jack seems very laid back and his reputation proceeds him. His affairs with assistants are well-known in this office. And I don't intend to be one of those women.
Jack gives off an air that Ben never did. Ben was nice and all, but Jack seems very...honest, like he would never do anything to harm anyone in an emotional or physical sense. Men, especially lawyers like this, are hard to come by. Jack and I have arguments about cases, but they aren't without reasons. I have an opinion and he respects that I do, but challenges it to the point of where I want to kill him.
Jack works in the office a few doors down from where Ben did. Ben is no longer there and a threat to Jack's reputation. But I don't care about that. I just need to get on with my career.
I knocked on Jack's door to say good-night like every other evening I have been doing since he started to work here. He already changed into jeans and was clasping his head on the metal of his motorcycle helmet. I stared at him, waiting to have the opportunity to open my mouth. "Hey," he said, smiling at my appearance.
"I was just coming in to say good-night," I said to him, trying to keep my demeanor professional. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Wait Claire!" he called, making it sound somewhat like an order.
"What?" I asked impatiently. It was late and I just wanted to get out of the office for the night.
"I was just going to ask if you wanted to meet for drinks in about a half-an-hour. My treat."
I was stunned. Ben and I almost never met for drinks, let alone socialize like friends. "Okay," I whispered. His smile appeared again. It was a smile I could get used to.
He brushed passed me and his arm touched mine casually. He wasn't hitting on me. I know when I'm being hit on. I know when a man thinks I'm attractive.
Yet something about him is different. Something wants to make me wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him to no end.