This is impossible.

Giselle leaned back against her leather office chair and she continued reading a certain student's report. Her entire weekend had been spent reading the reports and she already had a list of ten potential students. She was on her final report when the whole report pulled her in right at the abstract. Engrossed in it, she lost sight of the time and had just finished reading.

"An undergraduate writing a report like this? Hard to believe" she scoffed and then searched for the ID number of the student.

She paused before typing in the number in the student database. It was against the university rules to search for a student while grading students. This was to prevent bias while a professor checked a student's report. Giselle took a deep breath and typed in the number. She watched as the little hourglass rotated for a minute before revealing the photo of the student.

"Ciel Phantomhive?"

"Our professor is a bit of a recluse; I see" Ciel smirked as he read over Sebastian's report.

"She was in the company of Inspector Fred Aberlain tonight and they have met up before as well on the 4th of May" Sebastian poured the tea into a beautiful Havilland tea cup.

"Scotland Yard is trying to recruit her" Ciel's fist clenched. "We need to act fast before that happens. Send the letter immediately"

"Yes, Master. I shall make preparations for the finest dinner" Sebastian placed the tea in front of Ciel.

"Uphold the Phantomhive name, Sebastian"

"Yes, my Lord"

Giselle smirked as she examined herself in the mirror. Even she had to admit, she looked good. She didn't exactly know why the Earl Phantomhive would want to see her but she was going to look damn good if she was going to an earl's home. His personal chauffeured sedan was already outside her apartment, waiting to receive her.

Seating herself in the luxurious car, she nodded to the driver who quickly sped off to the English countryside. Her phone beeped and she smiled as she found a text from Fred. They had exchanged numbers at their last meetings and she would dare say that she was actually finding him quite attractive. He was funny and he made her smile which was more than what she had received from the last few men in her life. Her face darkened as she remembered the misery she had received over her life.

The car pulled to a stop and her door opened. A gloved hand reached out and she took it as she stepped out of the car. She stared up at a dark haired man with pale skin and rather strange red eyes. He was dressed in a servant's uniform and the lapel on his breast pocket signified he was the head butler of the house.

"Welcome to Phantomhive manor. I am Sebastian Michaelis, the butler of this manor" his voice was silky and smooth, dripping with honey.

"Pleasure to meet you. Giselle McAllister" a quick smile flashed across her red lips.

"My master has been expecting you. Please come in"

Sebastian took the lead in helping her up the manor steps and into the welcoming warmth. Handing off her coat to the butler, Giselle stared around at the gigantic parlor. She could fit her entire apartment in this very room. A slight cough made her turn around and face Sebastian.

"Please follow me" Her heels clicked on the tiled floor as she followed him into a small but formal sitting room.

"My master will be with you momentarily" with that, the butler exited the room.

Giselle did a quick scan of the room. Was the Earl Phantomhive indeed that rich? Why had he called her at his manor? Did he catch wind of his son Ciel's suspicious report writing skills? The door knob turned and in stepped Ciel Phantomhive himself, dressed in a tailored black suit.

"Ciel?" Giselle smiled.

"Good evening Professor McAllister. I hope the ride over here wasn't too uncomfortable" Ciel seated himself opposite.

"It was fine. Sebastian has been most hospitable towards me" Giselle gave the butler a quick smile to which he bowed low to.

"We shall head to dinner soon. I have a few things to speak to you about" Ciel stared hard at her.

"I must meet the Earl first before any conversation begins. I have to thank him for the invitation" Giselle chuckled.

"Professor McAllister, I am the Earl Phantomhive. My parents are deceased. I was the one who sent for you tonight"

Giselle felt her mouth dry and she nodded.

"I invited you here for a very specific reason. As I understand, you are a former defense lawyer. I am currently in a case and I wish for you to defend me in court" Ciel folded his arms.

Giselle's fists clenched as she stared at the young blue eyed man across from her.

"No"

"I'm sorry?"

"I am no longer a defense lawyer. I am a law professor and have left my former career behind me. I would prefer not to return to that career"

"Why? You had a glittering career and now I wish to use your intellect and proficiency. I am willing to pay as much as you want" Ciel leaned forward.

Giselle sighed. "It is a career I left for a reason. I apologize, Earl Phantomhive. I do not wish to be embroiled in this" she stood up.

"Professor McAllister, you underestimate what I can do" Ciel stood as well.

"No means no, Phantomhive"

"Then the dear wife of Mr. Nathaniel Brook will find out about your illicit affair with her husband. It must have been quite thrilling, sleeping with another woman's man"

Her nails dug in painfully as she stared hard at the young man.

"How dare you"

"I am desperate, Professor. I will do anything to have you represent me"

"What have you been accused of?" Giselle asked, pure curiosity getting to her.

"Murder of my fiancée Elizabeth"

Giselle had left immediately after Ciel admitted that. She had not accepted the case yet but had asked for some preliminary files so she could examine the case in detail. Ciel had been more than willing to share it and had had Sebastian give her a thick file full of papers. Upon arriving home, she stripped off, showered and wore her comfortable pajamas. She faced the enormous file on her study desk. This would take her all night to read through. Flipping open the file, she was hit by a memory.

"Make sure that this isn't leaked to the prosecutor. All we need now is a leak to mess all this up" Giselle slammed the file shut and handed it off to her associate, William Spears.

"It won't get to anyone" William nodded before turning around and walking out of Giselle's office.

Giselle stood and followed Mark out. "Angela! Did you schedule the appointment with Mr. Baxter? His case is pending the signing of the engagement letter"

"Already scheduled for Monday next week" Angela replied without looking up from her laptop.

"Brilliant. When are the new interns joining us?"

"As soon as your tough selection process lets them" Mark pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

"Anyone who thinks my selection process is tough is in for a rude wakeup call" Giselle smirked.

Giselle wiped away a tear. She didn't even know where William and Angela were at this point. She had not met them after shutting down her law practice. In fact, they probably had a rude awakening when they showed up for work at her office and seen the signs indicating that the practice was closed. She stared down at the file and began reading.

After an hour, her mind had slipped into the familiar lawyer mode. She was already writing down notes on various police reports and witness documents. Her phone began ringing and she nearly jumped out of her skin. A quick glance at the clock showed it was almost 2am. She scrambled for her phone and noticed the unknown number.

"Giselle McAllister"

"Hello Professor. I'm surprised you are still awake at this time" the clear and calm voice of Ciel Phantomhive made goose bumps rise on her skin.

"Earl Phantomhive, I was just reading the file your butler gave me"

"Did you see something that made you change your mind?" Ciel was clutching the phone so tight, his knuckles were white.

"I need some more time. It's been years, Earl. This isn't an easy decision to make"

She ended the call and placed her phone on the table in front of her. She needed a good night's sleep.

"So you invited me out this time" Fred took a bite of the piping hot pasta with envious ease.

"If you consider my home outside then yes I did. I even cooked. Its not something I do often" Giselle grinned.

"Of course. Miss high and mighty defense lawyer usually had no time to cook"

"Miss high and mighty had a great track record, I might add. A fantastic one"

Giselle stood up with her empty plate and placed it into the sink. She could feel his eyes on her as she washed the dish and placed it on the drying rack. She turned around and leaned against the counter. She had gone for the daring shorts and t shirt look today. Her hair wasn't straightened and she had makeup on her face. Even if she was trying to look normal, she wasn't ready to take off her mask of makeup.

Fred stood up with his plate and stepped towards her. He placed the dish in the sink and stood so close to her that she could feel his breath on her lips. It was obvious that her attraction to him was mutual. He reached up and cupped her face with his hands.

"I've been dying to do this ever since I first laid eyes on you" he whispered before leaning in and capturing her lips with his. She kissed him back and he picked her up by the waist and placed her on the kitchen counter.

She squeaked as she was kissed deeply by him. His tongue plundered every inch of her mouth until she felt lightheaded. He picked her up again and stumbled into her living room. He tossed her onto the couch and climbed on top of her, pulling her body flush against his. He kissed and bit at her neck and with the pain level, he was definitely leaving bruises. His hands crept under her tank top, making her hiss as his cold hands explored her bare skin.

She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt. He sat up, took it off, and pulled her up. She yelped as her tank top was yanked off her, leaving her in her bra. He stared at her bare shoulders and turned her around so her back was exposed to him. He began kissing all over her back and shoulders. She felt his hands playing with her breasts through her bra. She could do nothing except lean against his chest and let him continue with his ministrations. It was definitely pleasurable to be worshipped by a man like this.

He picked her up and took her upstairs. The dish was never washed that night.

Thank Lord, yesterday was a Friday.

That was the only thing on Giselle's mind as she watched Fred sleep. She felt so well rested nestled beside him with his arm wrapped around her. He was fast asleep with his mouth open, thankfully not drooling onto her pillows. She reached up and pushed his chin up, effectively closing his mouth. His right eye cracked open and she felt herself being pulled. She obeyed and cuddled against his chest. His arm tightened around her and she fell asleep again.

She awoke to the smell of something being cooked in the kitchen. She stretched lazily and sat up. Her hair was a curly mess and her face was greasy. She ran to the bathroom to wash her face off and ran a brush through her hair. She tied it up into a quick bun and grabbed his white shirt from last night. It was slightly too big on her but she liked it anyway. She pulled on a pair of her black shorts and fluffy slippers. She shuffled down the stairs and followed the wonderful smell into the kitchen where the table was set for breakfast for two.

"Morning, sexy"

She grinned as she hugged him from behind tightly. He laughed as he turned around and hugged her tightly. He kissed her on her head and gestured for her to sit down. She did and he served her with eggs and hash browns. She raised a brow since she didn't even have all this food at her own home.

"I went shopping. You definitely don't eat" Fred said sitting down opposite her.

"Not in a habit of eating breakfast" she commented as she bit into the fresh warm croissants.

"It's the weekend. You need to eat"

"Thank you" she began eating in earnest, not being able to hide her hunger any longer.

"I didn't throw the pasta out. I'll reheat it for lunch. Dinner is out tonight"

"Out? Where?" she asked.

"Somewhere. Dress up in a sexy dress. Style your hair and do your makeup. I want to see you look sexy tonight" Fred winked and she flushed.

"Where are we going, though?"

"I said somewhere. I'll have to pop out to go home after lunch but I will be back at 7 to pick you up. Until then, I'm yours to do what you want" Fred replied. "Until then, I need a shower" he smirked as he watched her.

"Your appetite for sex just won't dissipate" she complained.

"Oh come off it, love" she jumped as she heard British slang roll out of his mouth.

"It's love, is it?" she teased.

"Shower? You? Me? Choose quickly" he asked with a wolf like smirk.

"After breakfast" she promised and he grinned.

"Fred Aberlain" Ciel grumbled as he flipped through photos of Giselle and Fred walking out of a restaurant arm in arm.

"They have formed a rather close bond. Inspector Aberlain spent the night at the professor's home last night" Sebastian reported.

"This is impossible. Find me another lawyer Sebastian. She is just not serious enough for this" Ciel said.

"Master, give it one more day. I am sure Professor McAllister will make up her mind" Sebastian smirked.

One more day, McAllister. One more day.