She can fire me if she wants.
She won’t.
“I did what was necessary to set the story straight and protect both of us.You know that.Do you really care what everyone thinks?”
I went on the record stating that Courtney and I were at the same event, and when I saw she was visibly upset, checked on my client.That she had suffered an anxiety attack and needed medication, and that I then escorted her home, where she had the appropriate pills and was able to rest.
She stops pacing the carpet and turns to me.I realize we are several feet apart, and it feels both too close and too far.“Yes, I care.Everyone now thinks I’m heartbroken over my husband and some nut case.
I rub the back of my neck, frustrated that she’s not able to see what I did it.
“Would you rather he uses this against you and reduce the settlement?Or get me disbarred?”
“No,” her cheeks are blushed from anger.“No!But...”
“But what?”
“Is that what you think truly happened?”she asks, and I frown.
“What are you talking about?”
I know what she’s asking but I’m hoping she’ll drop it.She doesn’t.
“On Friday.You stormed into the restroom.You almost kissed me.You tugged me against you and then held my hand the entire drive home.”
Fuck.
I had purposely blocked that part out.In my head, I told myself I didn’t touch her.
“Firstly, I don’tstormanywhere.”I snap, lying, because I have been known to storm a time or two.Yet we don’t need to go into that right now.“And it wasn’t a Homecoming dance, Courtney.You were upset; I was comforting you.”
More lies.
I wanted to keep touching her.To comfort her.
Her cheeks turn ruddy, and guilt washes through me momentarily.She deserves the truth, but I can’t give it to her.It’s dangerous for both of us.
Yet, I take a step closer.
Courtney’s eyes flare.
“Look,” I fight my hands to stay off her body.“You’re a very beautiful woman.Under different circumstances—”
Her eyes drop.“Don’t say it.”
“Why not?”I growl.
“Because I’d rather be angry at you.It helps.”Her voice is soft, pulling my very soul into hers like a demoness I should run from.
“Helps what?”My voice is rough and just as low.
Her pretty green eyes roam my face; her mouth gently opens, and potent chemistry rich with sexual energy begins to swirl around us like a tornado.
Jesus fuck.
I need to get her out of my office.
