Just One Day
 
Author: Eileen Thomson


E-mail: indigotoast@yahoo.com
 
Rating: R

Summary: A July Nicfic Challenge story, using the words bohemian,
duchess and leech

Authors notes: Suzanne stop complimenting me and I'll stop
writing!!. Thank you again for doing all the tweaking and general
fixing this piece needed.


 
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Burton sits in his office. The woman across from him makes him very
nervous. She is one of the worst sexual predators he has had to
meet. They sit and make small talk, waiting for Nick to come in.
Burton has decided to hand over the final work to Nick because he
can no longer handle the woman and her ways. He smiles at the
thought of how Nick will come to grips with her. The office has been
buzzing for the four days she has been in Pittsburg.

Nick comes into the office and he is not happy! He has heard all the
rumors about this witch his father is dealing with.

"Ah... Nick my boy. Please say hello to Shayla DeMarko. Shayla is
taking over Hathaway Glass and I want you to finish putting the
final touches on the deal."

Nick looks at Shayla DeMarko with interest. She is… tiny! A long
black bohemian gipsy skirt sits on the woman's hips, showing off a
small black angel pin in her belly button. Her black top barely
covers her breasts. She oozes sex.

Shayla looks at Nick and turns to Burton. "What a beautiful boy,"
she all but purrs. "You never said you had such a good looking son."
Nick feels his body heat raise a notch.

"I have the Pitman case to get done before close of day," Nick
reminds him. "I also have a court appearance at 11.00 which will
take some time."

"You will fit everything in just fine." Burton is not taking no for
an answer.

"In that case, Shayla, will you come to my office?" He takes the
file his father offers him and gives him a look to kill. Burton is
too glad to be rid of the woman to notice Nick's displeasure.

"This will not take much more work. You can come back at 3.00 in the
afternoon to sign the papers. All the ground work has been done and
the revenue figures agreed. Around this time Nick becomes aware of
THE CAT! It winds its way around his legs and he looks in horror as
it leaves hair all over his suit. "Don't you have a box for that
thing?"

"Oh, Nick where is your charity? I can't leave the poor animal in a
box! I was wondering if I could leave her here while I shop. Her
name is Duchess Elvira Wington- Hartley. Call her Duch."

Nick stares at Shayla "I won't call her anything. Get her out of my
office!"

Shlyla picks up Duch and calls back over her shoulder, "See you at
three. When the deal is signed will you take me out to dinner?"

Nick laughs; something about Shayla is very attractive in a raw,
sexual way.

Jake puts his head in the door. "If I come in will you tear me to
pieces?"

"I'm going to tear my father to pieces. It's not like him to pass
on a client so late in the proceedings. I can't think what is wrong
with him!"

Jake is doubled over with laughter. "Boy, Nick you really should
keep up with the office gossip. She has been trying to bed Burton
for the last four days."

"Damn, how could I have missed that? I heard she was difficult but
the rest must have passed over me. Now I have to deal with her."

Later, Nick lost in thought, and is standing by the window when he
feels a hand slip into his left pocket. He freezes as it reaches
down and takes his manhood into its soft grip. He tries to turn, but
she is at his back.

"Nick, you never said whether you would take me to dinner."

The audacity of the woman amuses Nick and he laughs. "Let me go and
I will think about it. Just leave my father alone. You are making
him ill."

"I'll take that as yes! Bye now!!"

With all the paper work done, Nick starts to leave the office to go
to court.

Jake comes in and closes the door. He is pale and looks shaken.

"What is wrong? Tell me."

"Nick, I've just heard that Judge Tilson has been transferred here
for the next two months."

The blood in Nicks veins freeze as he remembers the last time he saw
the Judge. "Why?"

"There is a shortage due to the death of Judge Aminson. I think
it's only to take up the slack. Maybe you can avoid her."

"Not much chance of that, but I will certainly try my best. I have
to go - I'm going to be late for court."

Lulu is in the court waiting for Nick. "Where have you been? This is
important."

Nick is too on edge to be much bothered, and snaps, "I'm here now."

"Mr. Fallin," says a familiar female voice.

Lulu watches the color leech from Nick's face and he seems to stop
breathing. His body is as still as death. He does not turn towards
the voice or move in any way.

"Mr. Fallin, my chambers at 5.00 if you don't mind. Can you manage
that?"

Nick turns at last and looks at the judge. The hate is palpable. "If
you insist."

"I insist!" barks Judge Tilson.

Lulu is amazed at Nick's lack of respect for the judge. "Nick, what
have you done now? This is too much. She has only just arrived and
already you have made an enemy of her.

Nick turns to Lulu and the fury in his eyes scares her." Don't talk
to me about things you cannot understand. Do the case yourself. The
work is all done I have to go."

Back in the office, Shayla is waiting and Nick looks at her. "Don't
even think of touching me," he snarls. "Just sign the papers and let
me be."

Shayla signs and asks, "How bad is it?"

Nick turns to her with tears in his eyes. "Just about as bad as it
can get."

"I'll let you pass on dinner, then."

Nick is touched by her compassion.

Nick walks up and down outside the court trying to calm himself, but
is not succeeding. How will he handle this? How will he look her in
the eye without losing his temper? This is the woman who started him
on cocaine, the woman who started up The Stress Club! Everything bad
that has happened to Nick seems at that moment to have stemmed from
his coming into contact with her. The clock slowly moved towards
5.00 and he knew he had to face her.

Nick knocks on the chamber door.

"Come."

Nick walks into the office and looks over Tilson's shoulder to avoid
her eyes.

"Sit down, Trouble.. Nick, please sit."

Nick rubs his eyebrow with his fingers looking down at the carpet,
not willing to make eye contact with her.

"I'm sorry, Nick. I'm so sorry. If I had only known. I thought it
would… help. We needed you so much. You were the best, the brightest
star in our sky. I wanted so much for you to join us. I never
thought for a moment it would hook you. I have regretted my action
that night since."

Nick raised his eyes and was surprised to see tears running down the
face of the Judge. "You didn't feed me for the rest of the time I
took cocaine."

"No… but I lifted you and put you on the road. Tell me you will
someday forgive me"

"It's not your fault. It was my responsibility. I could have been
stronger. I should have been stronger!"

"Nick, heaven knows what this will do to your career later. You must
remember The Club is always there for you. It always will be and
remember, we still need you. Think about coming back, please."

Nick leaves the court feeling better than he has in a long time.
Problems resolved, and with a spring in his step, he goes into his
office. He stands at the window and looks out. He feels a hand
moving into his pocket and laughs. "Haven't we been here before?"

"I let you off with dinner, wasn't that nice of me?"

Nick picks her up and with her legs wrapped round his waist he heads
for the bathroom, tearing at a condom packet with his teeth as he
goes. Sitting Sheila on the sink, Nick pulls her to him. He enters
her with a moan of pleasure and then hears his office door open.

"Nick, I need to see you in my office..."

"Just coming Dad!"