Cerise Harvey is a twenty-three year old hopeless romantic and over achiever, following closely in the shadows of her father, Michael Harvey- top criminal defense attorney of New York, legacy. With big shoes to fill, she's always gone above and beyo...
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"It's just for work— it's just for work," Cerise mumbled to herself as she walked through the main dining area of an upscale restaurant Derrick had chosen. Never in a million years did she think she'd be kissing anyones ass, and never in two millions years did she think it would be Derrick's— but she needed his help.
Spotting him seated at a table near the edge of the dining room dressed in a coat-less suit and scrolling on his phone, Cerise lifted her chin and straightened her posture just a bit more as she approached him.
"To what do I owe the honor?" Derrick asked, setting his phone face down on the counter the moment he caught a whiff of her alluring signature fragrance and rose from his seat.
A mischievous smirk tugged on the corner of his lips the moment he laid eyes on her, sizing her up from her face down and back up again. "God damn you look good," He thirsted.
"Derrick," Cerise greeted with a stiff smile, as he pulled her seat out.
She smoothed over the back of her dress and took a seat, allowing him to scoot her in. Cerise couldn't help but to feel as if she were doing something wrong, like she were going behind Brandon's back but she was doing this for him.
Though technically they weren't even together so it really wasn't his business either.
"How are you?" Derrick asked, adjusting the tongue of his tie and taking a sip of his water. "I see you all over these magazines on the corner now," He smirked, licking over his bottom lip.
Cerise let out a stifled chuckle. "I'm well, thank you for asking— but we came here to make a deal Derrick," She reminded.
"What you can't tell me how you doin first?" Derrick scoffed. "What I get out your little 'deal' anyways?" He asked, using his fingers to make air quotations.
Cerise subtly clenched her jaw, mentally rolling her eyes before turning on her charm and leaning into the table with a seductive smile. "Shoot me an offer and we'll go from there," She said in a whisper, reminding herself that if she wanted to win, she has to play to win— play his game to win.
Over a glass of wine and a few pieces of bread and butter, they discussed the facts of the case going over discovery from both sides of the defense and prior criminal histories.
"So what exactly are you looking for from me? What kind of deal are you looking for?" Derrick asked, leaning back against his dome shaped seat.
"Immunity,"
Derrick immediately let out an over exaggerated laugh making Cerise look around quickly to make sure no one knew that that was him that so rudely shouted in the middle of dinner.
"Derrick—," Cerise whispered, scolding like.
"Let's be realistic now Ree," Derrick snickered. "I'm starting to feel as though you don't know exactly what you've gotten yourself into beautiful,"
