“What is that, Ms. O'Shea?” Jameson called out from behind her. She spun around, balling up her underwear in her fist.
“Excuse me, sir?” she asked.
“That,” he continued, gesturing with his pen at her. “In your hands. You have something for me. Bring it here.”
Now everyone turned towards her. Tate held herself as still as possible, her hands clasped together in front of her legs, hiding the underwear between her fingers. All eyes were on her. Jameson smirked at her and leaned back in his chair. She took a shaky breath.
“I don't know what -,”
“Bring it here, Ms. O'Shea, now,” he ordered, tapping the table top with his pen. She glared at him.
Fuck this.
She turned around and pulled one of the silver trays in front of her. She laid her panties out neatly on top, making sure the material was smooth and flat. She was very thankful that she had gone all out and worn her good, expensive, “I'm-successful-and-career-oriented!”, underwear. She balanced the tray on top of her fingertips and spun around, striding towards their table, a big smile on her face.
“For you, Mr. Kane,” she said in a breathy voice, then dropped the tray in front of him. It clattered loudly and spun around a little before coming to a rest, the panties sliding off to one side.
As she walked away, she could hear some gasps. A couple laughs. A very familiar chuckle. When she got to the door, she pulled it open before turning back to the room. A couple of the lawyers were gawking at her, and the rest were laughing, gesturing to the display she had just put on; Jameson was looking straight at her, his smirk in place. She blew him a kiss and then stomped out the door.
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