Sexy Lawyers & Pretty Legal Assistants (Cart/Cass)

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

"Listen, you don't understand, they weren't my..." Cheyenne walked with a quick step down the street back to the attorneys office she worked at, cellphone tucked under her chin with a coffee tray in one hand and a suit from the dry cleaners in the other. It was a true scene out of a movie. "I know that, but..." The girl rolled her eyes as her friend continued to give excuses through the phone. "Look, Claire will murder me if I don't bring those stilletos back by this weekend. I can't avoid her fore... I swear to God, Jaime." Cheyenne's nostrils began to flair. "Listen if you don't have them by...no! Jaime! Jaime I swear....hello?" Claire stopped in her tracks and wrinkled her nose angrily, her jaw dropping in shock as her brows furrowed. "Oh no you did NOT just hang up on me, bitch!" She hissed angrily at the phone that was still tucked between her ear and shoulder, a couple of men in suits walking by and eyeing her up like a crazy girl. "Oh just keep walking." She snapped at the men who both looked away. Cheyenne rolled her eyes and grabbed the door to the building the law firm was in with her dry cleaning hand and let herself in.

While riding the elevator she redialed Jaime who, naturally, sent her to voice mail. "If you don't get me those shoes by Friday I will drive to the zoo, kidnap a lion, bring it to your apartment, break the door down and let it loose to destroy all your stuff, do you got me? And if you think I'm kidding," Ding went the elevator at her door, "You have another guess coming. You know I'm crazy!" She pressed the end button and ignored the odd looks from the receptionist as she marched down the hall towards the glass door that had big brass letters hung above it saying "Merryweather & Heimkes, Esq."

Cheyenne was one of two legal assistants that worked in the office including one receptionist. Each attorney had a personal girl working for them in addition to the one who answered the phones. Cheyenne didn't like the phone girl. She was young, obnoxious, and obviously hired for her looks over her skills at answering phones. Cheyenne, though attractive, at least had a brain in her head that worked. "There are three messages fo..." Cheyenne stopped and gave her an icy stare. "Danielle, what am I carrying?" She asked and the girl gave her a confused look. "Well, since you obviously have no fucking clue, I'll tell you. In this hand I have mine and Mr. Merryweathers coffees, and in this arm I am carrying his dry cleaning. Do I look like I can take the messages you have for him?" The girl gave a blank stare and Cheyenne just rolled her eyes and marched to her office. "Bitch." She heard the girl mutter behind that. "Heard that, skank." She called back without a second glance, moving towards the door to the back left which belonged to her boss. As usual the door was closed and she didn't bother knocking as she entered. It seemed to bother Carter more to have to call out to come in if he was on the phone, so he told her she was welcome to just stroll in as she saw necessary.

"The line at Starbucks was retarded today." She started unprofessionally, treating the man more like a friend than a boss as she put the coffee down on his desk, not bothering to see if he was on the phone or not. "The dry cleaners said they found your silk boxers, by the way." She continued as she put the bagged clothes over his armchair and finally looked at him."

[CARTER MERRYWEATHER]

Carter rubbed his temples, his elbows propped up on the desk. He loved his office, even if it was still a bit odd that he was an attorney. He worked his ass off to get there. Well, worked his ass off in Carter terms. He barely slid by by the skin of his teeth, but that was good enough for Carter. He got his degree, he passed the bar, and he had enough money to open his own firm with another young attorney.

The office was nicely decorated; mahogany desk, luxury, leather studded computer desk, imported curtains from Egypt, Italian arm chairs and a sofa, and a picture of his wife and daughter on his desk. A personal touch to make his clients feel warmed by him. Plus he knew Cass would be pissed if he didn't have a reminder of them on his desk. In all honesty he sort of liked having the picture up anyway. His wife was beautiful and their daughter was adorable, even if she did hate him. Tucked away in one of the hall closets was a bouncer seat for his daughter for when she came to visit with Cassidy, something he wasn't always keen on. Cass had made it clear she disapproved of the staff at his firm. She may not have openly complained about it but Carter knew Cassidy better than most people and he knew when she disapproved simply by the way she treated him after she found out something she didn't like that he had done, or hadn't done, or if he had pissed her off in some way. She always made him pay, even if she didn't always mean to or know she was doing it.

His eyes moved back to his computer screen as he reread the email from his sister. He loved that she wrote to him, even if each of her letters was the equivalent to a short novel. He learned about what their mother was up to, what she was up to, what her gay "boyfriend" was up to, and her ex boyfriend. This particular letter explained how her ex Landon was now dating her best friends sister, someone Carter had grown up with. The thought irked him. Hillary Waldorf with Landon. He wanted to vomit. Why was she with him?! It was so like her, the hypocrit. Giving him a hard time for dating someone outside of their social class only to do it herself. Not only had Hillary given HIM a hard time, but Cassidy as well. They had given her severe payback, but things had calmed down since those days and Carter and Hillary were now on good terms. This was precisely the reason he couldn't believe she was with Landon.

"The line at Starbucks was retarded today." Carter looked up as Cheyenne waltzed in uninvited. She didn't even wait to see if he was on the phone before running her mouth! "The dry cleaners said they found your silk boxers, by the way." He quickly minimized the email that was up as if he had been caught searching for porn.

"Well that's good news." He muttered reaching for one of the coffees and taking a sip. He knew which was his since his came in the hot cup. Cheyenne had a thing for iced drinks, something he would never understand. "You know, you could at least pretend to act like a professional." He taunted, sipping his coffee. Ahh...perfection!

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

Cheyenne snorted when he mentioned she should act professional. Her hair was nicely done, her blouse and pencil skirt were ironed, short and tight and her makeup gave her a kind look. She looked the part; professional, but beautiful. "Please, I'm the best assistant you've ever had, and probably the most professional woman in this damn office. Your idiot receptionist still can't find a clue, though. Thought you should know." She gave a curt smile before grabbing the dry cleaning and bringing it to his closet, hanging it up.

This was one of the best jobs she had ever had. She had no law background, but had worked in plenty of offices before. Unfortunately she didn't last long, but rarely for fault of her own. Often times she would quit because someone was being creepy or the job got too demanding or demeaning, and occasionally she got fired for smart mouthing.

She moved do his desk and grabbed her drink, leaning over so her ass was in the air facing the door and her cleavage gaping wide towards Carter and practically singing to him as her beasts pressed against his desk. She sipped her drink and looked at her handsome boss, then moved her gaze to the picture of his wife and daughter. Cass was cute, but Cheyenne knew the woman hated her. She was always nice when Cass came in and always made funny faces at their baby, but she still got the impression that she was disliked. It wasn't like she had made a move on Mr. Merryweather! Even if she wouldn't mind very much if he did. He was smokin'!

"Busy?" She asked in a seductively playful voice. "You look like somethings eating at you. It's not the Baskin case again, is it? Ugh, that man is a nightmare. Does NOT take a hint, either. I mean, do you have any idea how many times I told him we would get in touch when we heard anything? It's not like we're going to get answers faster if he calls thirty times a day." She could tell whatever it was, it wasn't work related. She smirked knowingly. "But I know his isn't about Baskins." She sipped at her drink and then bumped the picture on his desk. "Wife troubles? She think I'm giving it to you right here on this sexy desk of yours?" She laughed, throwing a wink at him. Most men would sweat at that, but not Carter. He always managed to keep his cool around her, almost like he didn't care what sort of sex games she played, not that she really played any. Not with him, anyway.

[CARTER MERRYWEATHER]

It was amazing to carter how often his assistant showed her tits off to him, but not at the same time. "Would you kindly remove your breasts from my desk." He told her, his tone wavering between serious and playful. He certainly didn't mind looking, but he didn't necessarily like how easy she made it, and he knew Cassidy would go ballistic if she saw and hate Cheyenne more than she already probably did.

"And for your information, Cassidy does not believe I am giving it to you on my desk or anywhere else, or that you are doing anything with me. She has a little more faith in me than you think she does." He pulled his eyes away from Cheyenne's looking back to his screen. "A few years ago, however.." He said under his breath with a tiny smirk.

Carter reached for his coffee and sighed. "The problem isn't Cassidy, just... some stuff from my past. A girl I used to see is now with my sisters ex boyfriend. I shouldn't care. I mean, I don't, Hillary can see whoever she wants, just...Landon?" He made a disgusted face and then let out a long breath. "No. No, it's better this way. At least my sister isn't with the idiot anymore. She deserves someone better." Even the words didn't make him feel better because he knew what this meant. This meant she would pine over her gay best friend again.

"Look at me... a grown ass man getting worked up over my little sisters dram." He snorted. "She can be such an idiot. Maybe I'll head east and knock a bit of sense into her. Make sure she doesn't try getting with..." He looked up at Cheyenne, not believing he was talking about this shit with her. "My apologies Cheyenne. Were there any messages?"

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

"Would you kindly remove your breasts from my desk." Cheyenne couldn't help but chuckle a little, pulling herself up so she was standing. Instead she sank into one of his arm chairs and crossed her legs as she reclined back and watched her boss go on and on about his sister and his ex and their drama. It wasn't like him to spill like this! Normally they talked on a personal level, but mostly it was her bitching about things and him sitting there pretending he didn't care, offering advice here or there and then telling her to get her ass back to work. She always finished her work, which was why he probably put up with her shit. And she knew she looked hot in a skirt. She looked hot in anything.

"My apologies Cheyenne. Were there any messages?"

Cheyenne snorted and sipped her drink, moving the straw seductively in and out of her mouth. "I just got back from getting your coffee and dry cleaning, so no, I don't have any messages, though that snot up front I think mentioned something about messages but my hands were full so I didn't grab the, but lets put work aside for a second, shall we?" She asked, uncrossing her legs and Getting up. she moved to his desk and sat on the edge, turning her body to look towards him.

"Go on, Mr. Merryweather. Tell me aaaall about your sister and your ex and her ex and the predicaments they're all in." She sipped her drink again. "Work can wait, can't it? Come on, I worked in a therapists office once. That sort of makes me a licensed listener, because believe me I had to talk to some whack jobs."

[CARTER MERRYWEATHER]

He knew he should be demanding the girl get back to work but Carter could at times be a pushover, especially when it came to people who he enjoyed spending time with. Cheyenne wasn't necessarily someone he would typically keep company with these days. A few years back absolutely, but things had changed. He had changed, but in many ways he knew he hadn't truly changed. That arrogant prick still lived within him and tempted him often, which made it difficult to be a good husband and father at times. He didn't want to break up his marriage, because as much as he wanted to have an affair or cheat on his wife at times, he would much rather keep the life he had. Even he had to admit he won the jackpot with Cass. She was intelligent, beautiful, witty... a huge pain in the ass sometimes, but overall low maintenance. Even he knew he would be fool to give that up for a lousy fling.

"That snot up front is my receptionist and I would appreciate if you could ease off her a little. She's not that bad." He wasn't wild about her performance, but she would do and it was a lot easier to deal with her than go through the hiring process again since Cheyenne was a complete bitch when she had to answer the phone constantly and get things done, and Carter wasn't exactly up for dealing with a bitchy woman at work AND home. "And I think I should be the one the decide if work can wait for gossip." He looked Cheyenne up and down, doing his best to be subtle as she flaunted herself on his desk. He could almost see her panties... He gulped and moved his eyes away from her lap, not wanting to be tempted to try and move his head in such a way that he might catch a peak at the prize inside.

"Besides working in a therapists office hardly qualifies you to give advice, but... fine." carter took a deep breath and reclined his chair back a little, folding his arms on his stomach as he looked up at the attractive girl on his desk. "My very intelligent, very beautiful little sister is smitten with her best friend, who just so happens to be gay. The little queer decided a couple of years ago that he would do her the honors of taking her virginity since she wanted experience apparently and wanted it with someone she trusted, so who better to have sex with than your gay best friend who wants nothing to do with a relationship. Then she meets this swimmer idiot who's crashing at a friends pool house all summer near our parents summer home. He goes back to school, apparently keeps in touch with the gay best friends sister, who happens to be an old friend of mine, one Cassidy can't stand, and rightfully so, and I guess they're an item now. It's ridiculous. Hillary gave me such a hard time when I met Cassidy because she didn't come from money, and look at her..." He rolled his eyes. "She can do so much better." He again looked up into Cheyenne's eyes. "The woes of being an upper class elite."

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

"That snot up front is my receptionist and I would appreciate if you could ease off her a little. She's not that bad." To this Mr. Merryweather received a hefty eye roll. It took all Cheyenne had to bite her tongue in that moment, since she wanted nothing more than to verbally rip that little bitch apart. But it was easy as her boss continued to speak, mentioning he would give in and talk to her about whatever it was that was weighing on his mind.

Chey crossed her legs again over the front of the desk and leaned back on her right arm, her left arm holding her drink which she was occasionally sipping at as he told his story. His very scandalous story!

Cheyenne nodded when appropriate, laughed when she was amused, shook her head and tsk-ed now and again. "I won't lie, Mr. Merryweather... I never took you for the "good" big brother type. Then again, I wouldn't take you for the good husband and father type either." She added with a smirk picking up the picture of his family with her coffee hand and studying it for a moment before putting her eyes back on her boss. "Okay, first.. Seriously? What gay man sleeps with women anyway? This kid is obviously stringing your sister along, and the ex is keeping it a little too close to home. Getting with her best friends sister? Big no no. It's like he's intentionally trying to upset her and you should probably go kick his ass, but not literally since, you know, there are laws prohibiting that sort of behavior." She teased with a wink.

Finally the picture of Carters family was placed back down on his desk, but face down as if she didn't want Cass to see or hear what she said next. "Honestly? It also sounds like you're still sort of into this Hillary chick. That or you at least care about her. Maybe more than just an old friend. What's the deal? You and I both know it's like impossible to have friends of the opposite sex without there being some attraction."

[CARTER MERRYWEATHER]

Carter snorted when she mentioned Randy stringing his sister along. There was no way he wasn't gay. The kid was the epitome of what a gay young 20's was. He was practically what the stereotype mold was made of. He was definitely a homosexual; a homosexual that could apparently get it up for his sister. The thought made him burn a little with anger and he had the urge to punch the little blond kids head in. Fortunately for Randy he lived on the other end of the country these days. "Randy is fortunate for the laws protecting him. I just hope my sister has the sense to realize he's not interested this time."

What Cheyenne said next did make him stop and think for a moment, though. Did he still have feelings for Hillary? It was complicated. She was easy to hate when she was being a condescending bitch, but it had been quite some time since then. The whole suicide situation had humbled her quite a bit, in addition to the chain of events that followed. That whole vacation gone awry.

"It's complicated." He said softly looking at the picture that was facing his desk now. "She and I used to be....intimate in high school and in the beginning of our university careers but that was a very long time ago." It hadn't been that long, but everything before Cassidy and Lily seemed like a lifetime ago. "I was a very different man then, and she was a different woman. It was easy to hate her once Cass had entered my life. She was immature and easy and I knew she had it in her mind that we were destined to be together." He hadn't spoken much of Hillary lately. Cass was the only one he ever talked about her to and her opinion of the girl was definitely bias. "For a long time even I had it in my mind we would eventually get married. We never officially dated but we grew up together. Went to the same schools, followed the same social circles.. at the end of the night if neither of us had someone to go home with we went home with each other. Our parents are even friends as are our siblings, obviously." He licked his lips, seeming to gaze out into nowhere. "Things were simple with her, yet complicated. She was hard to please, but just being with me was pleasing enough for her, even if she pretended otherwise." His eyes dropped to his lap and he shook his head. "I love my wife. I wouldn't trade her for anything." But even as he said it there was a part of him that still wondered what it would be like with Hillary. Miserable. It would be positively miserable, but fun. They would fight, play mind games, possibly even be unfaithful but that was part of the thrill! He would never have to fight to get the material things he wanted like he did with Cass. Carter gulped as he thought for a split second that his life would be more fun with Hillary and he shook his head. "This conversation is highly inappropriate."

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

As he rambled on and on one thing seemed very clear to Cheyenne; this story went a lot deeper than she knew. That, and this Hillary chick was more important to him than he let on and his wife had no clue. And she did! Hell she wasn't even sure Carter realized how into her he was!

"This conversation is highly inappropriate." The girl waved her hand dismissively in the air as if the fan the silly words away. "Stop. This isn't about appropriateness. You obviously have something on your chest that needs to be let off and haven't been able to. I mean, I know you moved here from New York with only one friend, your wife, and you never speak of anyone else so for all I know she's your only[/] friend, and you obviously can't talk to your sister, so... here I am, your own personal shoulder to lean on." She leaned a little closer, grinning seductively, "And if you weren't married I would definitely insist you actually lean on it." She winked knowing she was pushing the limit, but she knew she could get away with that with Carter. He liked it, even if he didn't say it. She knew her looks were part of the reason she was hired.

"Maybe you should plan that trip to New York to tell your sister off a little, set her in her place, and while you're over there, maybe make dinner plans with Hillary." She started, practically laying on his desk now. "Catch up a bit, talk... maybe let her know she can do better. Sometimes seeing someone from the past reminds you how much you appreciate not having them in the present. Cass doesn't even need to know. You could just tell her you're going to visit Jenny and need some alone time with her. That way when you go and talk to her, no one has to know but you." To her it sounded like the perfect plan. Why did his wife need to know everything? She would never let him do that. Wives were catty like that.

[CASSIDY MERRYWEATHER]

Click click click Cassidy's heels resounded against the tile floor inside the large building that her husband worked in. She was proud of her husband, starting up a law firm with another attorney that he knew in Scriptor Bay. The city wasn't as large and glamorous as New York was but it was comfortable enough for Cassidy. Sometimes she worried that Carter wouldn't like it, but he was doing well and she was sure he was making a name for himself. The fact that he wasn't hanging off of his father's coattails any longer was a giant leap for him.

She had the handle for Lilly's car seat tucked in the crook of her arm and had to lean to the side a bit to make sure that Lilly, who was IN the car seat, was not going to roll out of it. For some reason the baby's stroller wasn't in the trunk of the car where Cassidy had precisely requested Carter put it. So she was carrying the car seat instead and Lilly didn't mind one bit. She was cooing to herself and enjoying a plush toy frog.

The two of them got into the elevator and took it up to the floor that held Merryweather & Heimkes, Esq., where she had a bit of difficulty with the glass door. However, the air headed secretary didn't bother to even get up to help her. Propping the door open with her foot she was able to get in the door and let out a sigh. "Keep up the good work!" She said with a big smile and gave a thumbs up to the secretary, ignoring the girl's stammerings as she headed towards her husband's office. She had to drop the baby off for a few hours since she had a meeting and the flaky nanny hadn't shown or called for the third time that week.

When Cassidy got up to the door she could hear talking inside and stopped, her hand on the handle and listening for a moment to make sure it wasn't a client. "Maybe you should plan a trip to New York..." Cassidy knew that voice! It wasn't a client but his bimbo, blonde assistant with the long legs! She waited to see what all the girl was going to say before she went in. Her ear close to the door she listened and waited until the tramp was done talking, and the timing couldn't be more perfect because at that moment Lilly let out a loud squeal.

Cass opened up the door and stood there for a moment, seeing Cheyenne seated across her husband's desk while he was sitting in his chair. She stood there in the doorway for a moment just letting the scene soak in before she stepped in. "Don't you have work to do?" Was the first thing she said, shooting a cold look at the blonde before looking at her husband. "I told you to meet me downstairs! Didn't you get my message?!"

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

Before Carter even had a chance to answer her brilliant idea the door opened. Cheyenne immediately sat more upright and gave Mr. Merryweather's wife a big friendly smile as if the two of them were BFFs or something of the sort. They of course weren't. Cassidy seemed to hate Cheyenne, as most wives and girlfriends did, but she pretended not to show the same courtesy. She would smile, wave, and then flip the bitch off behind her back or shove her into a fountain. Yes, Cheyenne was two timing but you had to be these days to gain any sort of respect as an intelligent, beautiful woman.

"Don't you have work to do?" Ah, the angry tone. Cheyenne slid slowly off the desk and then fixed her breasts before turning towards Carter and bending over the desk a little, waving her ass for Cassidy to see before taking the file folder that was tucked on the other edge of his desk. "I'll get this taken care of for you as soon as possible, Mr. Merryweather." She said with a sweet grin before strutting towards the door of the office feeling as if she won some sort of unspoken battle of wills. She didn't bother letting her know that the skank up front was the reason Carter didn't get his message. Everyone knew when the wife called you hand delivered that message ASAP. Danielle needed to get fired.

She stopped when she got to Cassidy and Lilly. "Hi, honey! You're getting sooOOoo big! Yes!" She reached down and tickled the baby before continuing toward the exit. "Nice seeing you, Mrs. Merryweather." She called behind her, shutting the door behind as she slipped through it. She didn't need to hear the condescending things the woman was undoubtedly about to say about her.

[CARTER MERRYWEATHER]

A hint of a laugh escaped Carter's lip when Cheyenne made her leaning on comment. Had this been a different time he knew they wouldn't be talking in his office with her on his desk, but doing other things. Much more recreational things. But that wasn't how it was, which he decided was alright. He did have Cassidy.. and he had enough trouble thinking about Hillary now. Besides, he valued Cheyenne as an employee and suddenly as a confidant.

Her advice was sound, but in many ways underhanded. He could never go to New York without Cassidy. She would insist on going and Jenny, his sister, would be furious she didn't get to see her favorite niece and sister-in-law. One thing was certain; Jenny loved Cass and Lilly. The insane amount of baby clothes and accessories that filled the baby's closet was proof of her love. Jenny showed her love in gifts. It was the best way she knew to express herself. Not her only way, but certainly her favorite. But that aside, he did sort of like the idea of meeting Hillary for sushi and telling her what an idiot and hypocrite she was. Perhaps a trip to New York was over due. They were supposed to go for the holidays but hadn't due to the baby's cold.

But before Carter had a chance to truly discuss the matter more, there was a squeal from his daughter and in came Cass. Carter felt his body tense, but he didn't show how anxious he suddenly felt with his wife in the room while they were having this conversation, and his attractive assistant in a practically compromising position on his desk.

"Don't you have work to do?" She was pissed. Carter could tell by her tone, but he didn't get involved. Cheyenne wouldn't take it personally, she understood. "I'll get this taken care of for you as soon as possible, Mr. Merryweather." The man gave a small smile and nod. "Thank you, Cheyenne. And don't forget I need the Johnson deposition."

"I told you to meet me downstairs! Didn't you get my message?! Carter turned back towards Cassidy and exited the email he had open before he stood up, smoothing his suit down as he did. "No." He said simply moving around his desk and coming to her. "The receptionist never brought my messages back and Cheyenne had been out running errands and hadn't had a chance to get them yet." He leaned in and pecked her cheek before reaching down and patting the baby's head gently as if she were the neighbors dog he was obligated to greet. He reached for the car seat to relieve Cass of the weight and put it on his desk. "Why didn't you just call my cell?" He asked, reaching to try and take his wife's coat next. "And what do I owe the pleasure of this afternoon visit?

[CASSIDY MERRYWEATHER]

Cassidy was already heated from the conversation she could hear through the door. Did they think that office was sound proof? The entire office could have heard their conversation if they just listened hard enough! Her and Carter were definitely going to have a talk about this but they had to get rid of the skank first who was making it very obvious that she found this to be a game, the way she was moving and sticking her rear out as if to taunt Cassidy. If she wanted a fight, Cassidy would give her one. She might have looked like a priss, dressing up nice and marrying a rich man but she was still a girl from the wrong side of town. She'd make sure Cheyenne could never wave her underdeveloped breasts around in her husband's face again! She was just glad that she left when she did.

"The receptionist never brought my messages back and Cheyenne had been out running errands and hadn't had a chance to get them yet." Cass couldn't believe how many times she'd heard excuses for why Cheyenne didn't do something or another. The receptionist might have been an idiot, but as far as she knew she was smart enough not to make advances on Carter. "Why didn't you just call my cell?" There were times where she wanted to strangle him, and this was definitely one of them. "And what do I owe the pleasure of this afternoon visit?"

Cassidy waited until Lilly was set down on the desk. She knew Carter wouldn't pick their daughter up for fear that she'd start crying or wet herself. He had the feeling that Lilly hated him. If she did then maybe she was a good judge of character. "Okay, first things first. I DID call your cell phone but it was off like it always is when you're at work! I need you to watch the baby for a little while. I have a meeting with some new prospective investors who want to take my company and open up another store." She looked towards the car seat and could see a little foot kick in the air and then a small little fist. Lilly was great at entertaining herself.

"And second, your little secretary had plenty of time to get the messages. Or is she too busy giving you advice about what you should and shouldn't tell me? And how does she know about Hillary?" Cass felt herself growing defensive, which she didn't feel that she should have to do. She was Carter's wife. There was no reason she should have to get defensive and have to weasel information out of him. He should just come right out and tell her. But then again it was Carter Merryweather. Communication hadn't been a strong suit with him. And each time she came here she grew to hate Cheyenne more and more. One of these days she'd just blow up on the girl and it wouldn't be pretty. She just hoped today wouldn't be one of those days. She had a meeting to attend, after all.

[CARTER MERRYWEATHER]

As she mentioned his phone being off, Carter pulled it out of his pocket to check, almost not believing her, but sure enough he had it off. Stupid phone. He really needed to keep it on, it wasn't like there was a boss to tell him to keep it off. HE was the boss! Then when she mentioned watching Lilly his eyes moved up to his wife, a trace of terror in them. "I have clients, Cassidy. You can't just..." He bit his tongue as she continued knowing full well he wouldn't win this battle. He could rearrange his schedule need be, which was what he would do. That or he would put Cheyenne in charge of babysitting. Lilly liked her well enough. She liked Chey more than Carter, or so Carter thought. The kid didn't like him. He never knew what to do with her. Making faces was awkward and talking to her seemed silly. She didn't understand or care and most of the time she wasn't even looking at him but at the lights behind him. Kid loved lights.

The man sighed as his wife continued her rant, now going on about Cheyenne and Hillary. He slipped into his chair and again rubbed his temples as he had when he'd first opened his sisters email. "I would have told you when we got home this evening." He started, not knowing if it were true or not, but to save his sanity he said it now. He felt himself growing agitated with the way she barged in and began accusing him and Cheyenne of things.

"It would be nice if you gave me the benefit of the doubt now and again, Cassidy." He turned an annoyed face back up towards her, ignoring the baby on his desk. "I received an email from Jenny and she mentioned that Hillary and Landon are now seeing each other. I disapprove of the union and was upset when Cheyenne came in. She asked what was wrong and after some chatting I explained the situation. She was simply offering advice. I mentioned you didn't like Hillary, and she suggested that I head to New York alone so you wouldn't get angry that I was speaking to her, which I'm quite allowed to do considering she and I are still friends." Carter wasn't entirely sure where Cass and Hillary stood. Lots had happened and he didn't think they loathed each other like they did, but they certainly weren't friends. "You didn't even allow me the chance to tell you anything, instead standing outside of my office and listening at the door like a child. It would be nice if you had just an ounce of faith in me." He practically snarled, grabbing his phone and dialing oneof the extensions. "Danielle, would you please bring back the baby seat in the closet for my daughter? Thank you." He hung up, his now annoyed eyes never leaving Cassidy.

[CASSIDY MERRYWEATHER]

To be lectured about giving the benefit of the doubt and trust by Carter was something Cassidy was not going to take. She'd never caught Carter cheating on her, but there were times where she had her doubts. Mainly because he was such a playboy before Cass came along. She never believed him to cheat on her once they were married, but when they were first getting along she suspected he might have been seeing other girls. But during that time it didn't matter. They weren't serious at that time. They weren't serious until they'd actually gotten married it seemed like. What a mess their relationship was in the beginning.

"Carter, I come in here and see that bimbo sitting on your desk with her head practically in your lap! I don't like her. I don't trust her! She's got sleazy tramp written all over her nasty mouth!" Cassidy went on feeling the anger beginning to fester as she unbottled that can of whoopass! "I wasn't accusing you of anything. I just didn't expect you to be talking about family matters with the hired help."

Lilly began to fuss the way she did when she had grown bored and needed to be entertained. Cassidy knew that Carter wouldn't pick her up so she walked briskly over to the desk and undid the straps that held the baby in and then leaned over and picked her up. "Come here, baby." She cooed to their daughter and put her down on her shoulder and began to rub her back, turning back to Carter.

"If you want to go to New York and have cocktails with Hillary then that's fine with me. All you had to do was ask. I'm not concerned that anything would happen between you two. Especially if Hillary's dating Landon now. Like he'd let anything happen between the two of you." Cass was fuming it was astounding that steam wasn't blowing out of her ears. Her and Hillary had their problems, but Cassidy and Hillary had worked a lot out and they'd grown. Sure, she still didn't like her and Hillary still resented Cassidy, but they were mutual. And Cassidy always liked Landon. She'd even had dirty little thoughts about him once or twice in the past. She missed him, and she missed Jenny and Randy. It wasn't like she had friends there in Scriptor Bay. Not yet anyway. She hadn't had time to make them because she'd been so involved in the baby and her work.