Schmoozing

I had been on cloud nine ever since Sunday evening after Trevor dropped me off in my apartment. The man really did show me a great time! Once Monday came, the stares had continued, the undetected flirting had sprouted, and every time we spoke or were face to face, he never took his gaze off of my lips. I had left him with a taste of what could be and he had handled it well but by the looks he continuously kept giving me, I knew he would try again. We raised suspicions on Monday morning when he sneaked my oversized square sunglasses to my desk as he passed me by accompanied by Henshall. I had heard their muffled conversation and Trevor avoided and evaded answering his questions but I could tell, even through the muffled sound of his voice, he was amused by it all.

My office phone snapped me back and I noticed it was Trevor's line, "Yea," I said, shuffling with some papers atop my desk.

"Can you come in here?" he piped quickly.

"Do you need anything?"

"Just you," he answered.

We hung up and I stood, fixing my bodycon, cap sleeve dress. I opened his door and walked in; leaning against the chair in front of his desk, "Talk to me."

He smirked as he eyed me, "I have a networking dinner event tonight and I would be delighted if you were my date," he said, propping his elbows on his desk.

I smiled and shifted on my feet, "Another date, Mr. Langan? I believe someone's smitten," I finished, tucking my hair behind my ear.

He chuckled and shook his head, "You won't know for sure unless you agree."

"That's blackmail," I responded with a breathy chuckle.

He leaned back on his chair, "I happen to know a few good lawyers," he smiled and bit his lip.

"Ha!" I replied, throwing my head back, "What time should I expect you by?"

"Seven," he answered as I turned away to walk out of his office.

I was almost to the door when I turned, placing my hands on my hips, "W—What are you wearing?"

He scoffed, "What?"

"What are you wearing?" I repeated.

"Uh," he begun, rubbing the back of his neck, "it's a little more casual but uh, I'm wearing a navy suit, no tie."

I rolled my eyes in thought thinking of my closet and its contents. I nodded and left the office, "I'm leaving at four then," I finished over my shoulder.

As promised, I left at four from the office and quickly made it home. By the time I had arrived, I only had about two hours to do everything that I needed to do in order to be ready for this date with Trevor. I quickly showered and washed my hair, I was going for a slick look and I needed my hair to cooperate with me. I applied shimmery lotion on my chest and shoulders and stepped in some cheeky lace underwear. I was going to wear a light blue suit. The pants were high waist and tapered at the legs and I was going to match it with a lacy burgundy bralette. I ran to the bathroom and begun drying and straightening my hair. Once that was accomplished, I loved the sleekness of my long bob haircut; I ran my fingers through the front and tucked both sides behind my ears, quickly making work of my makeup.

It was nighttime and I needed something dark to match my shoes and bralette. This was going to be a first for Trevor as I just wore loose powder, bronzer, and mascara for work but not tonight, tonight he was bound to see me with a full face of makeup. I applied gold, burgundy, and chocolate to my eyelids, blending all three colors to give it a nice smoky look. I applied my winged eyeliner and my Ardell's 110 lashes. I made quick work of my concealer, powder, and contour and finished my face with a burgundy matte liquid lip. I sighed and admired my work, now all I needed to do was get dressed and pray that Trevor didn't show up bef—Buzz! Buzz!

"Fuck, me," I said, closing my eyes and craning my head back on my neck. I walked to my intercom box, "Trev," I asked.

"Yes, it's me," came the low rumble of his voice.

"Hey, I'm going to let you up and the door is open, I have to finish getting dressed," I pressed the release button and ran to my front door, quickly unlocking the chain and bolt and sprinting to my room. I made quick work of my high waist pants and placed them on, running my hands down my thighs to smooth the fabric out when I heard the faint click of my door.

"It's me, please don't shoot," he quipped. He came to view and he glanced down the hall where I stood with my hands on my hips, admiring his tall frame clad in a navy power suit with crisp white shirt. He had left open the top three buttons and had buttoned his single-button jacket. He looked sharp and fucking fuckable, I need a drink!

He was smirking at me, What exactly is going through his head right about now? "Have a seat, please. I'll be out soon."

He nodded and disappeared behind the wall. I sat on my bed and placed my burgundy suede, three bow-strap heels on and grabbed the jacket of the suit. I had spread over my bed my matte lipstick, my compact, my glasses, and my card/cash clip. Something told me to grab my work keys and key card so I did and walked out of the room, stopping in the hallway bathroom to spray myself with my vanilla sandalwood scent and approached the living room.

"Noa," Trevor breathed out, standing. His eyes trailed my feet, legs, midsection, diverting across my chest, and up to my face, "Y—You look beautiful," he gestured.

I smiled, "Thank you, you look handsome as well, Counselor. Could you pass me that burgundy clutch next to you, please?"

He bended at the waist to retrieve what I was asking for and held it open for me as I discarded everything I had in my hands inside the hand bag. I draped the jacket over my head and slipped my arms through, buttoning its single button and allowing for the bralette to peek through. I reached for my clutch and knelt to grab my phone atop the coffee table, "Ready?" I said, looking up at him. The height of the heels allowed for better eye contact between Trevor and I, "Oh, before I forget," I husked, stepping closer and placing my palm flat against his chest, craning my neck to reach his lips. I parted my lips slightly, tilting my head to align them perfectly with the corner of his mouth where I placed a heated, open mouth kiss. The only audible sound through the apartment was the subtle smack my lips made against his at the light suction.

Trevor's chest grumbled and before I knew it, I was pinned against a wall, breathing heavy and ragged, "You're messing with my head woman," Trevor growled near my lips, hovering dangerously close over them.

I hummed and smirked, "Then, I'm doing my job, Counselor."

Trevor's eyes danced between mine, a rogue glint gleaming through. He scoffed playfully and backed away, running his fingers through his hair, "Let's go before something else prevents us from leaving this apartment."

I tittered low and throaty as I fidgeted with my index finger ring, pushing my hair behind my ear.

The car ride was silent but it didn't take long for us to arrive at 230 Fifth Rooftop down in Fifth Ave. Riding up the elevator we could hear the faint thrum of the bass and once the doors opened at the rooftop, we could see the livelihood of the event. Trevor rapidly took us to the bar, "Whisky, straight and…" he raised his brows at me.

"Crown Apple and ginger ale," I responded with a smirk.

Trevor nodded and turned to the barmaid who simply nodded and prepared our drinks, "So, you're drinking tonight," he mentioned softly.

I hugged his waist, leaning into him, "I have to, someone looks too good for rancid thoughts."

He chuckled softly, "I'm flattered," he husked lowly, "So, what? Is that some kind of liquid courage?"

"Here you go, sir. That'll be twenty-two," said the barmaid.

Trevor handed her his card, "Keep it open," he said as he grabbed the two short glass tumblers and handed me mine.

We began walking away towards the crowd, "No liquid courage, more like a distraction."

He hummed when someone behind us called our names. I tensed and closed my eyes, reaching for Trevor's arm, "What?" he asked, moving to step in front of me.

"Who just called our names?"

Trevor looked up and smiled, raising his whisky glass, "One of my clients, Grant Hughes and his date."

I nodded and shifted closer to Trevor, "Is she about five seven with long, jet black hair?"

Trevor nodded and glanced down at me, "Who is that, Noa?"

"That's my sister," I breathed out quickly before I heard her voice closer, "I know you heard me Noa Elisa, or what, you're too great to mingle with your sister?"

Trevor looked down at me and smiled, "Noa, meet Grant Hughes."

I smiled and turned, "It's a pleasure, Noa Diaz."

The man grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles, "Now, may I ask how do you know my date tonight?"

"She's my sister," I said with a forced smile.

"Oh, and you work for Trevor?" he asked as I saw Sara eye me.

"I do," I cleared my throat, "Trevor, this is my sister, Sara. Sara, my boss."

Trevor extended his hand and shook Sara's, "So, how did you two meet?"

"Oh, we've been seeing each other casually for about a month now, right Grant?" my sister said, clinging to the man's arm.

Grant nodded, "So, Trevor, I hear Carlisle & James is looking for a lawyer to have on retainer," I had been leaning against Trevor's hip, sipping on my cocktail until I heard the mention of the prestigious PR firm.

I looked up at Trevor, "The PR firm?"

He smiled and nodded, "I was planning on introducing ourselves later on when they arrived."

I opened my mouth and grinned, patting on his chest softly, "You planned this!"

He nodded, leaning forward to hover his lips over mine, stopping a mere distance from them, asking for permission. I smiled and pressed our lips together, feeling the tingle that began coursing through my body. We came apart and locked eyes, smiling to each other, and I leaned forward to place my lips on his once more, "Come on, let's mingle."

We turned around and I noticed Sara's sour face. I smirked and we bid our goodbye to Grant. We were stopped several times by people wanting to talk to Trevor about the business or seeking legal advice. He had introduced me to several PR managers and had even left me to my own volition throughout the night so that I could walk around with the managers and greet other people in the industry. We shared glances from across the room and flirted with our eyes every chance we got.

I had accepted drinks from my new acquaintances and was talking to one of Trevor's colleagues and clients when I noticed him, leaning effortlessly against the railing of the rooftop, speaking to a robust man. Our eyes met momentarily and he smiled to me when he patted the man's shoulder and he pointed slightly towards me. I looked at the ground and smiled, raising my stare rapidly to find both men looking at me and grinning whilst they talked amongst each other. I excused myself from the group that I was standing with and went to the restroom to relieve myself. Coming out I stumbled upon my sister, "So, fucking the boss," she commenced with a sly smirk on her face.

I scoffed in disgust, sidestepping her and approaching the sink, "I'm not fucking anyone, Sara. We're on a date."

"Does Mami know you have a hotshot lawyer for a boyfriend? I bet that'll make her happy," she slurred, stumbling on her feet.

I glared at her through the mirror and reached for a paper towel, "Go home, Sara," I said, turning to throw away the paper in my hands, "and, please, stay out of my private life."

I exited the restroom and found a well-lit area. I pulled my compact out of my clutch and dabbed the slight shine that had collected on my forehead, nose, and chin before reapplying my matte lipstick. I happened to tilt the compact and caught Trevor's frame a few feet behind me. I closed and put away the compact and turned around to face Trevor. We met halfway but before we could exchange words a smooth, cool voice blared through. I saw him face the voice so I turned, leaning against the railing, and looking out to the city, "Trevor," the voice said. Ooh, she's English.

"What do you want, Miranda?" Trevor responded curtly. Oh, why is he being so short with her?

"I just want to talk to you, that's all. Umm, Otter and I—"

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Trevor grumbled lowly. Yea, no, it's time to intervene.

When I turned, there was a beautiful, pale, dirty blonde with hazel eyes in a midnight blue dress. The color of the dress made her skin seem even paler, even with the powerful sun of the summer, her milky complexion seemed untouched by the sun, "Hey," I said, running my hand down his arm.

He opened his arm to have me accommodate my body to his side as I looped my right arm through his back. He cleared his throat, "Uh, Noa," he tried, I looked up at him and smiled gingerly, "this is Miranda Sinclair, she's a political analyst."

The woman in front of me offer me a sheep smile, "A—Actually I go by Sinclair-Berkman now but it's nice to meet you, Noa."

"Noa Diaz, likewise," I offered, feeling the tightness that ran through Trevor's body. I rubbed my palm against his back and pressed my body closer to his, attempting to will the anxiety away.

Trevor breathed out when a man, in my height approximately, with dark features approached Miranda, "Babe, I just spoke with Dennis who said that Trev—"

"Honey," she interrupted quickly, side glancing us, "look whom I found."

The man chanced a glance over to Trevor and I and took several shuddering breaths when he finally decided to avert his eyes, "H—Hey man," he begun, "how you've been?"

"Fine," Trevor responded. Who the fuck are these people?

"Otter," Miranda piped up, "this is Noa Diaz, Trevor's uh," she looked at me, a hint of red gracing her pale features.

"Date," I said, narrowing my eyes at her.

Otter extended his hand, "Otter Berkman."

I nodded at the man and tightened my hold on Trevor. I happened to chance a glance up at my handsome date and noticed the clench of his jaw. I furrowed my brow and went to speak but was interrupted by Miranda's voice, "So, Noa, what do you do?"

I cleared my throat, "I was a PR manager for a firm in Spain but now, I'm this one's assistant."

I felt Trevor let up and he chuckled, "You say that like it's the worst thing you could be doing," he said.

I looked up to lock eyes with him, "Oh, it is. None of my clients sassed me as much as you have, Trevor."

"Me? Sass you?" he begun with a grin, "Where the hell have you been working at for the past four months?"

We laughed together, finally feeling easy, "That's why we never made partner," Otter added with a half smile, "He's always sassing somebody."

And, then, it was like something snapped within Trevor, "You son-of-a-bitch, is that why you think we didn't make partner," he said, moving his arm from me and pushing me to stand behind him, "Are you sure it had nothing to do with you sleeping with my then fiancé? You've got some balls on you, Otter."

"Trevor, relax man," Otter responded, "It was joke."

"Oh," Trevor scoffed, "a joke," he said mockingly, "No, it wasn't a joke, Otter," Trevor said, pushing Otter, causing him to stumble and fall backwards. No, no, no!

I rushed and stood in front of Trevor, placing my hand in the middle of his chest. His nostrils were flared, his brow was pulled in, and his eyes had gone dark. This wasn't the Trevor Langan I knew, "Hey, look at me," I pleaded, "Trevor, look at me," I pleaded again. He looked at me and searched my slightly frightened face and softened his, "Let's go, ok?" Trevor nodded, "Wait for me outside while I close the tab, I'll be down in a second."

"I don't want to leave, they can," he grumbled.

I closed my eyes and smirked, "You don't have an option, Trevor."

"Noa," he warned.

"Trevor," I said sternly, "I'm not asking you, we're leaving. Now."

"Fine," he grumbled as he passed me by.

I watched him storm off and I turned towards the bar, ignoring the stares.

A/N: Little bit of a cliffhanger here. We kind of have an idea of who Otter is but who is she? Any ideas? Also, review, review! Thank you to you who always review, you make me a better person! ;)