The Difference is...

Meet The Lawyer

Dedicated to iammaxis (you're the only reason I updated. 😋)

I woke up to the smell of coffee and pancakes and the sound of someone singing something girlish. I climbed out of bed looking half dead and drug my feet into the kitchen where a shirtless Max with an apron on stood.

"Why are you here?" I asked mid yawn. "And where's your shirt?"

He laughed and took the apron off. "I stayed here to make sure you were okay and to answer the other question, it's in your bedroom floor."

"Why is your shirt in my bedroom floor?" I was confused. I didn't remember much after dinner except that we had watched people play Five Nights at Freddie's on Youtube and stalked Alan's Facebook.

Max turned on his heels and spoke over his shoulder. "We had sex. That is why my shirt is in your floor."

"What??! Are you serious?"

He laughed and sat a cup of coffee down in front of me. "You wish you could have one night with this bod, baby."

I was doubled over now. He just had to make a joke the morning after I'm almost raped in my own home.

"Asshole." That was all I could say.

"I have one!" With that he smacked his ass and walked toward the bathroom.

"You suck!" I shouted in the midst of my laughter. He yelled back and I almost spit my coffee out.

"That I do!"

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It had been three weeks since the incident and I was finally able to go back to work. Not my choice to be on leave, but if your father is your boss...you have no choice.

As I drove to work I couldn't help but notice a peculiar feeling in the air. Something wasn't right.
I pulled up outside my fathers shop and sat there staring at the two cars in front of me. One, my fathers, the other, a stranger. The shop wasn't open yet. Why is someone else here?
I climbed out of my car and walked to the front of the building. the lights were on but the sign said closed. now I knew something was up. As I opened the door, locking it back behind me, I could hear faint voices in the other room.

"Dad? Are you here?"

The voices stopped and I could here my father shushing someone before yelling back through the door.

"I'm in the back, Sweetheart. I'll be out in just a moment." He shut the door and out if curiosity, I listened through the door.

"I can't sell you the shop. It's all I have! I'm old. I know I won't be around much longer. I want my daughter to take over. How will she do that if a giant complex is here instead?"

"Sir, I don't think you understand. my father wants to buy this company from you. I'm only trying to help you keep it. Now, we can fight him, but it won't be easy. He has a lot of power and, not to mention, a lot of money."

"You have to help me save my shop. It's all we have, son. Please help us."

We might lose our shop? To who? Why do they want it? I tried to listen to more, but the bell rang and that meant I had a customer.

"Tara! Get out here!"

"Max?" He was sweaty and looked like he had been hit by a bus. "What the hell happened to you?"

He plopped down in the desk chair and took a drink from his water bottle.

"Alan. Alan happened to me."

I couldn't help it. I started laughing. I knew this meant taunting so I had to start soon. "Awe, did Maxy have to actually excersise today?"

He turned red and glared at me with his dark eyes. they were always a shade darker when he was irritated.

"It's Max, you hoe. And yes, yes he did."

He was pouting and leaning against my chest like a puppy.

"Poor Max. Alan make you run today?"

Alan and Max had been dating since the day I met Colin. They were adorable. Alan had blonde shaggy-but-perfect hair and a built body with pretty eyes and Max had his small but toned body with his dark retro hair and his pretty eyes. they were a perfect match. They had been inseparable for two weeks and, for a while, I thought they had moved in together. Max had stayed there for a week and a half. Alan claims they did nothing, but Max has a big mouth and I'm his best friend who gets to know the juicy stuff.

I heard the back room door open and I immediately turned around to come face to face with the hottest man I had ever seen in my life. Oh. and my father.

"Honey, this is James O'Connor. James, this is my daughter Tara."

He reached out to shake my hand and I almost fell to the floor. This man was gorgeous. He was tall with a small but toned body, soft light brown hair, hypnotic brown eyes, and a smile that made you want to kiss him. Hard.

"Tara?"

My father snapped me out of my thoughts and I shook James hand. While Max laughed and hid his face. obviously knowing I was going to kill him later.

"It's nice to meet you, Tara." He smiled and I knew I was screwed. I could hear Max giggle behind me and suddenly I felt my legs give and my head spin before I saw complete darkness.
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"Tara? Tara can you hear me?"

That voice... That beautiful voice that belonged to that beautiful man...

"Tara?"

I opened my eyes to see James, my father, and Max looking at me with worry in there eyes. It was then I realized, James was holding me. And speaking.

"Ms. Pierce, are you alright?"

I couldn't answer him. I just stared. He was gorgeous.

"Ms.?"

I shook my head quickly and tried to get my thoughts back together.

"I'm okay. Just got a little dizzy that's all. Is it got in here?"

I heard Max laugh harder now and he looked at me knowingly.

"No, but someone in this room is." I turned red and it only got worse when I noticed James and picked up the hint.

We had sat there for a good three or four hours just talking amongst the four of us. Since we realized no one was coming in today, and father was feeling tired, we decided to close up shop. Max and my father had already left leaving it just the two of us. James walked me to my car and handed me a card.

"Call me sometime, Tara. I'd love to get to know you." he kissed my cheek and winked before he turned and walked toward his car. The entire time I stared at his ass.