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“So, should I just leave now?”
“Of course not, Miss Lawyer.” He sipped his coffee again. “Given the morning we’ve had together, I don’t think that’s necessary.”
He took off his suit jacket while staring at me. Unfastening his cufflinks, he rolled up his shirt sleeves to reveal skin that was marred with beautifully drawn tattoos.
As if he could tell I couldn’t look away, he pushed his shirt sleeves up a bit further. Then he loosened his silk grey tie.
“Do you need anything before we begin this interview?” he asked.
“No.”
“Good.” He leaned forward. “Do you know that leaving the scene of an accident is a crime?”
“Depends on what country…”
“Here, in America, Miss Tanner.”
“Yes, I’m aware it’s a crime.”
“Good, because the gentleman who pulled you from your car was quite saddened that his first accident was a hit and run.”
“I think he was more concerned with the damage to his car.”
“Hopefully you have a payment plan in mind…”
Silence stretched between us, and a palpable tension filled the room. He strummed his fingers atop the file and he looked up at the clock, giving me a glimpse of his jawline.
“Are you nervous right now, Miss Tanner?” he asked.
“A little, yes.”
“Would you like some water?”
I nodded, and he stood from the chair. He picked up the pitcher at the center of the table and poured a glass. Then he rolled his chair down the length of the table, closer to me.
“Here.” He handed me the water before taking a seat.
As I sipped, I couldn’t help noticing that the scent of his cologne was still as intense and intoxicating as it was before. So much so, that I had to force myself not to lean in and inhale more of it.
“Why did you decide to become a lawyer, Miss Tanner?” He finally asked a real question.
“I’m passionate about entertaining—I mean, helping people.”
“Why not volunteer at a homeless shelter or a charity?”
“Because I would like to make a living.”
He let out a low laugh that sent every nerve in my body running wild.
“Mr. Hamilton showed me a very thorough letter of recommendation from aProfessor Carterat Harvard.” He looked into my eyes. “I had to read it three times to take it all in. This professor must’ve really liked you.”
“He did,” I said. “I received the only ever ‘A’ grade in his class.”
“How very impressive.” He smiled. “Since you’re on such good terms, can I have his email or phone number to verify that?”
“No.” I swallowed. “I can’t give you that.”
“Why not?”
