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" Christy replied, smiling sweetly, in a matter-of-factly tone of voice. When Trevor's soulful brown eyes met hers, his facial expression gave nothing away.
Trevor leaned back in his chair, and sipped a bit of wine. "Hmm, Christy, if you're trying to shock me, you're going to have to do better than that, I studied in Boston but grew up in San Francisco," Trevor replied, and this time, he smiled.
"I'm sorry, I'm unfamiliar with that term," Rodgers replied, and Christy grinned, and then, in a few words, told him exactly what she meant.
Christy looked into Rodgers handsome face, watching for telltale signs of lies, discomfort, and the like.
Well, come to think of it, once they reached her place, Trevor did as Christy told him and after having her fun, she let him enjoy himself a bit...
From the moment Christy Benton first laid eyes on Trevor Rodgers while walking around the Copley Mall in downtown Boston, she knew that the six-foot-three, athletic, chocolate-hued brother in the dark blue Brooks Brothers suit and tie would be a good roll in the hay.
Of course, convincing them to try her brand of fun was part of the fun for her... " Christy asked, point-blank, and Trevor smiled and shrugged, and then, in a heartbeat, his grin vanished, replaced by a rather serious expression.
Trevor looked at her the way Christy imagined he must look at opposite counsel in the courtroom. When he next spoke, the dark-skinned hunk had Christy on the edge of her seat...
Trevor gently laid his hand on hers, a gesture Christy found way too personal, and then he nodded meaningfully. Rodgers," Christy said, nodding, and Trevor sipped a bit of wine, then winked at her.
A few minutes later, they left the restaurant, and then grabbed an Uber to Christy's rented townhouse in Brighton, where they had themselves some fun.
Supposedly, country gals like her were the demure, sheltered ingénues while all those damn city guys like Rodgers knew it all. Trevor Rodgers, Boston College Law School alum and Junior Associate in Contract Litigation at the high-powered law firm of Kensington, Waters & Whitaker, located at 500 Boylston Street, had seen a lot of hairy situations in his time.