Baby Love (Baby #2)(27)

We talked for a little bit longer; I asked how Preston was doing and Susan said that she had played in her playpen most of the morning entertaining herself nicely. She had given her a bottle around noon, changed her diaper and then put her down for a nap. Susan wanted to make sure she was awake when Nurse Bradley got there for her interview this afternoon. I told her Trey and I would try and make it home by 5:30.

The afternoon sped by quickly as Leah and I continued to put together an activity calendar covering important dates and events that were upcoming on Harmon's cases to ensure nothing slipped through the cracks. I was entering the data into the database calendar which would also tie into whatever filings needed to be filed by statutory guidelines. I came across a Motion for Oral Argument that was coded as 'MDL-JPML'. It was scheduled in a few weeks at the 5th Circuit Court in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

"What does this mean Leah?" I asked, showing her the printout.

"MDL," she said, looking over my shoulder. "That's multidistrict litigation. That's actually one of Harmon's and Sinclair's class action cases under mass torts. You remember that case that was going on when you had the baby?"

I nodded remembering Gina going on about it on the phone with Ian while I was in labor at the hospital. Who could forget the bizarre questions of fact on that one?

"Well, it was only at the preliminary hearing stage back then. Apparently the case is complex and has morphed into a mass tort situation involving plaintiffs in different federal court districts. So the firm filed a Motion to centralize the case under one federal court to expedite the process."

"Harmon or Sinclair will give an oral argument in Baton Rouge on that date in front of the Judicial Panel on Multidistrict Litigation to see if they will rule to grant the motion."

I nodded as if I understood everything she had explained but I really didn't. I would ask Trey more about it later. Leah was continuing to explain in more detail about the JPML and the federal judges that comprised the panel when I stopped entering the data into my computer. I was struck by the name of one of the panel members on the JPML - it was listed as Judge Preston James Tylar. I scanned his Curriculum Vitiate.

He was a federal judge appointed by the president to the 5th Circuit Court back in 1991, the same year that I was born.

I wasn't sure of the significance of that, but in conjunction with the similarity of our names, it had given me pause for a moment. Preston James Tylar. Tylar Jamie Preston. Weird.

"Are you okay Tylar?"

Leah was watching me from her desk, a look of concern on her face.

"Oh, yeah - sorry Leah, " I said smiling over at her. "It's nothing. I just got a little caught up with one of the judge's names. It's kind of similar to mine - well to my name before I married Trey that is, well sort of anyway."

Thankfully my Blackberry beeped indicating I had a text message so that I didn't have to explain anything further to Leah. It was Trey.



How is your day going? I haven't had the pleasure of even seeing you in passing! Tell Leah you need a break - meet me in Conference Room 3E?



I flushed and smiled. He could be so wicked…

"Leah, "I said, "I have to run to the restroom and then over to Central Filing for a few minutes. Is that okay?

"Sure," she said, "Take your time."

I gathered up a few file folders to make it look like I was about firm business and headed through the maze over to the other side of the building to the east conference room. It was located in a rarely used area of the building. It was a small conference room generally only used when there was an over-booking issue with all of the others which was practically never.

I got to the doorway without being seen and slipped into the conference room. It was dark. Shit - he was probably just kidding. How stupid did I look? I turned to go back out into the deserted hallway when I felt his hands on me, pulling me back against him. His warm breath was on my neck as he whispered.

"Where do you think you are going?"

He moved in front of me quietly closing the door to the conference room and locking it. He flicked on the track lighting. He took the file folders I had brought as a prop and tossed them over onto the conference room table. He turned back to me pulling me against him as he lowered his head and his lips found mine. We kissed as if we hadn't seen each other in weeks instead of just a few hours.

His hands slid up under my skirt and his fingers moved my panties aside as they expertly plied the folds of my sex. I knew that I was wet already. Trey figured it out just then as well.

"What's this?" he asked inserting a finger inside of me, gently probing. "Is my baby wet for me already?"

"Is that bad?"I asked, my tongue playfully tracing his lips.

I could feel his hardness against me. Before I knew what was happening, Trey had lifted me up and set me on top of the conference room table, spreading my legs apart so that he was braced inside of them.

"Trey," I whispered, "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

I started to wriggle out of his grasp but his arms were strong around me.

"I'm going to f*ck you Mrs. Sinclair. Right here, right now. I'm going to make you come as well. Do you have an issue with that?"

"Well actually, Mr. Sinclair, there is one little problem with that. Do you think that I wear my diaphragm 24-7?"