The Promise- Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Promise- Part 2

... and headed directly to the DA’s office. Well, so much for fighting fair, she thought. District Attorney Spencer had been elected by a narrow margin and was constantly looking for the wisest political move. It made for an infuriating boss if you wanted to put away criminals. Most of their cases turned into plea bargains and trade-offs as they looked to keep things running smooth for city hall. The other side of the politician coin meant he was an approachable boss, even if he wasn’t the crusader the office needed. Rebecca wondered if he knew the Spinelli family had eyes here. Probably not, she thought, as she knocked. “Come in.” she heard through the door. “DA Spencer,” she said, greeting him with her hand extended. “Rebecca.” “I remember, Ms. Johnson. I hired you. I don’t seem that far removed from the fray, do I?” His barely glanced at her as her continued signing ledgers. “Uh,” Thrown off a bit, Rebecca scrambled to recover. “No, sir, I just didn’t want to presume you remembered me. I just made it onto the Spinelli case.” “Yes, that. Brody Anderson is your boss. Talk to him.” “Yes sir. I wanted to point out a couple of things I found in the discovery documents Brody gave me yesterday. Our witnesses have some problems.” “Oh?” He leaned forward on his elbows, temporarily stopping his work. The D.A. was a silver fox type of man. Dapper, determined and entirely dangerous. Perfectly tanned skin, thick black hair with streaks of silver and cold, ice blue eyes stared back at ...

... her. Gosh, his hair was amazing- was he Italian? “Ms. Johnson?” “Oh, um..” Rebecca blushed. What the hell was she doing? Since when did she become so sexual? Who was she going to fantasize about next- the 70 year old postman? Clearing her throat, and smoothing down her blouse she continued, “Sorry, sir. I’ve, ah- Interrupting her with a roll of his eyes, he resumed his paperwork. “I’ve assumed you discussed this with Anderson?” “That’s the thing, sir. One of the witnesses may have a drug problem. Even if he’s clean, there’s a dealer busted last week who would likely testify the guy bought oxy from him. True or not...” “The optics. I know. The appearance of a problem is enough sometimes.” The DA looked pensive, his eyes narrowed, looking somewhere past Rebecca. Finally, he spoke again “God damn it.” He stood up from his desk and began pacing his office. “Damn!” He slapped his desk, rattling a pen out of its holder. Rebecca started to replace it. “Don’t. Just leave it.” She followed orders this time. The DA wandered over to his office window and looked out, his hands on his hips. “I was hoping this might be the toehold I could use to get somewhere on Spinelli. He’s too good to go at straight, but then Andreas beats some guy in a public place...” He turned to Rebecca. “Do you really think the defense was going to track down all that on the bartender? I looked at those files, I didn’t catch anything about drugs. How did you?” Rebecca explained the time and effort that went into ...