There was definite chemistry between Mike and I, albeit work related. But it could be more. Maybe I was attracted to his commitment to our cases. Maybe not. Possibly, it could be his impressive conviction rate. Doubtful. Or, I could just want him... Hmm, that could be it.

Then there are his less attractive traits. Inflated sense of self, compulsion to win at all costs; that look in his eyes when he has the defendant by the balls. Then again, that could be considered a positive depending on who you ask. Jack? He loves Mike. He's a winning machine. I hoped there would be more to Mike than just that. If there is, I have yet to see it.

I walked into Mike's office in my usual work attire. But today, my skirt's a little shorter and my blouse a little low cut than normal. I wanted to see if he would notice. He seemed oblivious, as he always is. I decided to turn it up a notch. I leaned on his desk, knowing cleavage would show. This, I am sure, Mike will notice. No reaction whatsoever. I notice he is shuffling around papers and going through his desk drawers like mad.

"Are you okay?" I ask with a hint of a smile.

"Yeah, fine." He says, though he is clearly not.

"Did you lose something?" I said.

"Yes, the deposition on the case against Dean Samson. I can't find it anywhere!" He said

"What about your briefcase?" I asked.

A light bulb must have gone off, because he grabbed that ugly, brown case and after thirty seconds or so, he found it. What was going on? He's usually not this absent-minded.

"Excuse me, Mr. Cutter?" An office girl, about 25, popped her head in the door.

"Yes, Giselle?" he smiled at her.

"Here is the dictation you wanted."The young girl said with a smile.

She had a slight french accent and looked like she'd stepped out of a fashion magazine. Let's just say 'gorgeous' was an understatement.

"Thank you." He replied.

"You're welcome." She gave him a smile and looked at him like he was lunch.

I felt a pang inside. I instantly recognized it as jealousy. Why was I jealous? I mean, sure I have a slight crush on Mike, but jealousy? Since when? My thoughts were interrupted by Giselle calling my name.

"Ms. Rubirosa?" Giselle asked.

I turned my attention to her.

"I was wondering if I could speak to you for a moment."

"Sure." I said. This should be interesting.

We traveled into the hall and she began to talk.

"I'm new to the city and I was thinking it might be nice if we could hang out after work. I have no friends here," She smiled at me sheepishly.

Wow. This would be the perfect opportunity to find out if she likes Mike. Though, I did feel bad for using her for information, I agreed.