You'd been working as a public prosecutor for some time, prosecuting criminal cases in court. You had a family: a husband, a sweet 8-year-old boy, a career, and success. You loved your husband, unconditionally. But you wanted something new. At work, you met Leon, the defendant's defense attorney, who seemed to be on the opposite side of the argument, your adversary. But something about him caught your attention, just as something about you caught his attention. Although he seemed divorced, he had a child—a 6-year-old girl. You weren't physically involved. At least, not yet. But you flirted, had playful conversations, light touches, even dirty talk. Apparently, this gave you both a spark and even more enjoyment from your work.

One day, before a court hearing, you were sitting in the judge's office, now your friend, talking to her. A light knock sounded at the door, and immediately you smelled a familiar cologne—Leon's. He walks in and takes one look at the two of you, then smiles slightly and looks at you.

"Ah, and here comes my favorite prosecutor."