Trouble (Mature) [Discontinued]

Three

"Hello." Milla found her voice over the initial shock of the devilishly handsome man sat in her kitchen. His blue eyes drank in her figure yet gave away nothing.

"Oh my gosh, you're absolutely gorgeous." Penelope chirped as she climbed off the chair to step closer to Milla.

"Thank you." Milla smiled politely before side stepping the woman to join George at the stove. "May I speak with you...privately?"

He excused them before following her out of the kitchen. Milla's body hummed as she tried to comprehend how fine Derek had been. She'd seen plenty of handsome men before and after her marriage to George but none had stirred such a reaction. Perhaps it was due to the fact that George expected her to sleep with the man.

"What's wrong? Do you not like him? I can find someone else." George spoke as soon as they'd made it to the living room.

"This is ridiculous, George. What the hell are we doing?" She paced the rug, it's soft fibers caressing her manicured feet.

"Just give it a chance, Mil. It's something different but it'll be worth it. If not, then we put it behind us." He grabbed her arm to stop her pacing. Milla looked up at her husband, her apprehension about the situation clear on her face.

"You could have found someone older, you know. What are they 20? Jesus Christ, George." She chuckled humorlessly as she resumed her nervous pacing.

"Derek's 28 and Penelope's 31. It's not that big of a difference. I chose the best of the best." The statement did nothing to soothe her sense of unsureness with the idea. That was almost ten years younger than her and seven years younger than George.

"The best of the? Oh my god, this is fucking ridiculous. Just...just tell them to go home and let's do something else." She pointed to the door briefly before someone cleared their throat behind her.

"Sorry about that. We'll be back in just a second." Derek stood behind them, his body in a stance that spoke volumes to his dominance. Milla refused to make eye contact with the man yet could feel his eyes piercing through her.

"The food's done." He grumbled before his heavy footsteps left the room. Shame filled Milla as she felt her pussy throb just from the man's voice.

"Milla, look at me." George placed his finger under her chin to make her look at him. "Just one night. You can stop it at any time."

"25 minutes." She placed the qualifier on the agreement.

"What? That's not enough time-"

"You say they're the best of the best then 25 minutes is more than enough time."
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"Yeah, I see lots of those in the E.R. but it's really all about geolocation. Some hospitals have more cases despite less patients and vice versa." George had been doing what he does best all dinner- talking about work. Milla had barely touched the expertly made lamb shoulder on her plate.

Despite her protests, George sat next to Penelope while Derek remained on her left side. The heat of his body seeped through her thin top and each time he moved his utensil she'd thought his elbow would brush her side.

"Why don't you tell them about being an attorney, Mil." George smiled proudly at her and Milla couldn't stop the heat that crept on her cheeks.

George had been her biggest supporter in achieving her dreams. Her parents passed away after she'd graduated high school and she only went to college as a means of getting away from the town that'd killed her parents.

Meeting George was a blessing as he encouraged her to find a passion to put her sorrow into instead of wallowing in it. He'd been her rock on her hardest days and a supporter on her highest.

"Well it's not nearly as exciting as being the leading surgeon at a level one trauma unit, but it's rewarding." She smiled lightly in hopes to ease by the topic.

"You're the state attorney, right? I seen your picture all over the news for putting that psycho in prison." Penelope pointed her sauce covered knife at Milla, her eyes wide in admiration.

"Yes ma'am." She nodded lightly before casting her eyes to her plate.

"That title must come with a lot of power." Derek turned his head to face her, his eyes looking down on her- the gaze making Milla feel small.

"Um... I guess that depends on what you define power as." Something in his eyes made her feel submissive, a trait she had never once attached to herself. Milla was an outgoing person who wasn't afraid to speak her mind- attributes that got her where she was now.

"The ability to reduce someone to a puddle with one gaze. Walking into a room and having heads downcast out of respect. Having people look at you in admiration." His eyes flickered to Penelope at the last statement before turning back to Milla.

There was a certain accusation in his tone that didn't sit right with her. Immediately, the attorney in her straightened her back and raised her chin at the man.

"That's quite an...astute assumption." She cut her eyes at him ignoring the way their deep blue hue pulled her in. A humor filled them despite his face remaining in a relaxed scowl.

"I'd call it more of an observation." Unlike others, he maintained eye contact, a silent challenge now in his eyes. Milla could tell the man was used to getting his way and knew with one look many would move to please him.

"Then there's clearly a difference in opinion as well." Her tone was laced in boredom knowing her dismissal of the challenge would piss him off. As his brows lowered into a darker gaze, she nearly smirked at her victory but settled on turning back to her plate.

"I'm sure we could work through it." The sudden weight of a warm hand on her upper thigh caused her to nearly drop the fork full of food in her hand. His hand nearly encased her entire thigh and his fingertips dug into her ever so slightly as to let her know who was in control.

"In theory." She chirped before stuffing the food into her mouth. Looking up, she found George smiling brightly at the pair. Something about the excitement in his eyes unsettled her.
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