Nathaniel Ralston

your-lustful-thoughts:

Do I make you nervous?

As she leaned toward the GPS– and toward him– she pulled her long black hair over her shoulder and away from him. It showed her to see the little guide all the better. And wafted her perfume about the car all the more. It was that something in his eyes that told her he might appreciate her doing that. He might associate the way her leg crossed one over the other. Tapping in the directions, they started up quickly enough. “How have you been?”

It took her a moment of glaring at her daughter before she finally relented. She had been working hard, and all summer before college. Might as well start doing the things she won’t get the chance to do once classes started again. And she trusted Nathan. “Fine. You can have tree treat of the day off. Be good.”

Up to her tip toes, she pressed a kid to her mother’s cheek before spinning to face Nathan. There was a wide smile on her face. She was excited. “Ready to go? I know a place with terrific sashimi. Do you like raw fish?”

Dark eyes narrowed at him. Isla was no stranger to the flirting of her lawyer, but she also knew his trading. The man had his ways. She whacked him on the chest lightly when she pulled away. “Don’ bring ‘er back too late. She’s workin’, remember.”

“I’m a sucker for sushi,” she uttered gently, stepping around the counter again once she grabbed at her bag and the it over her shoulder. That flirting she saw with her mother and he only made her want to interrupt it. She wanted in on the way they jested with one another. “If you’re gonna spoil me.. you better make it good.”

“Ireland Jane!”

“Oh come on,” he tried to argue with Isla. “She’s done some decent work today, I think. Let her have the rest of the day off.” He shot a glance to Ireland, hoping to score points if her mother agreed. And it helped him too if it happened, seeing as they didn’t have to rush through lunch. Maybe they’d even make it to the park or to a movie. Was that too much? Never. Not for Nathan. 

There was only the smallest curl of a smile when Nathan sent Ireland a wink. Not a blush. Never a blush. Even from the time she was a child she never blushed, but she soaked up the attention like a flower took on sunlight. She bloomed. Even now she preened just slightly at knowing she was helping him out.

“Wot a shame. Patrick has already called te take me out te lunch on a date. How ’ bout a raincheck, hmm? Ye can spoil my daughter today fer helpin’ ye so well.” Still, she pressed another, warmer, kiss to his cheek in gratitude. Nathan always did take such good care of her.

Though he was slightly disappointed Isla’s husband had already scooped her up for lunch, he couldn’t say he didn’t mind a little one on one time alone with her daughter. Shame on him for having the disgusting thoughts about the barely legal girl, but true to his nature, he was. 

She’d never had that happen before, that spank that just sent a spark up her spine and caused her to cry out in a mixture of pain and surprise. Celia wasn’t sure if it was meant as a promise or a threat, but either way she learned her place quickly and whimpered into his kiss at Nathaniel’s words. “Yes, Daddy, I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.” 

Her lips tiled up, barely, forming a small pout as he teased her more with his cock– fucking Christ she needed it more than anything. It was almost ridiculous how quickly she had adjusted to this role, and Celia had to wonder what it said about her that she needed her daddy’s approval…. and that she was already calling him that in her head. “But please, pretty please? You feel so good, and big– too big. I need it, so bad.”

It was with a sweet smile, too sugar coated for the actual girl when she finished wrapping the nesting egg food him and placed it into a box for protection. Honestly, the thing was made of glass and she want going to risk it. “I’m not huge on the antiques like my mom is, I mean she’s nuts about all this stuff, but I like a few things. I’ll go get her for you.” Pudding the box across the counter, Ireland turned on her high heels to go into the office to grab get mom.

“Nathan! How are ye?” The accent alone told it was her, and the overly thin brunette sorted around the counter to hug him and kids his cheek gently.

Nathan chuckled, hearing the familiar voice, and his arms wrapped around her in return, giving her a small friendly squeeze and accepting her kiss. “I’m alright, not too bad. Your lovely daughter was getting my mother set up for a great gift,” he told her, feeling the need to fill her in on the happenings with Ireland. And he winked in the younger girl’s direction. 

“A drink? Don’t that like, break, your lawyer rules or somethin’?” Her eyebrow raised, skeptically, and she tore her eyes away from the mirror to glance over her shoulder at him. “Well I’m from Texas, ain’t I? I’ll have some whiskey.”

“Def’nitely.” Honestly? Anne Marie still didn’t seem to realize just how serious this whole ordeal was– being accused of seducing a judge, in order to win her Miss Texas crown? It was a down right lie, and the blonde was appalled it happened in the first place. “Well if you’re that worried about it, then drill me now like they will and I’ll show ya how fine I’m gonna be.”

He shook his head. “How about a drink instead?” he asked, switching the subject completely. He could drill her. But he didn’t want to shake her up, have her worrying for tomorrow. “What’ll you have?” he asked, moving to the small mini bar he had tucked away in the cabinet of the bookshelf in his office.

“Yea, well, let it fool them. I’m innocent. And I look the part. How do you think I win all those pageants, hm?” Anne Marie’s lips pursed as she dabbed lip gloss on them, paying attention only to her reflection in the mirror. “But I dare ‘em to try. They got ‘nother think comin’.”

“Do they?” he asked, amused smirk on his face while his brow rose. “This whole cute and sweet act might fool them at first, you still need to be careful. I’ll be there with you of course, but you taking the stand will be hard.”