Why didn’t I ask her out? Why didn’t I make a move?
Because she’s older, more experienced, and I thought she certainly had a man wrapped around her finger. It may be too little, too late. But she needs to know how pure my intentions were…not that I didn’t want to get her in bed, but that wasn’t my goal. I just wanted to get to know her and be close to her. She needs to know my interest is real. She needs to know how totally and completely wrong she was. She needs to understand the truth.
JOSETTE
Of all the goddamn courtrooms in Cook County, he has to be in the same one as me this morning.
Fate is one mean bitch.
All I want to do is get through my motion, get the fuck out of here, deny I ever saw him, and forget everything that happened Saturday night.
Jesus…
I can’t believe he thought I would pay him for sex.
What an asshole.
I managed to avoid looking at him while we waited for our cases, but once he was on the record, and I heard that low, gravelly voice, my eyes flicked over to him of their own accord.
Of fucking course he caught me looking, too. The heat spreading across my face only confirmed for him that I’d been scoping him out.
How embarrassing. He doesn’t deserve my attention, not after what he did.
It’s time to push him to the back of my mind, once and for all, so I can concentrate on my work again.
My motion goes smoothly despite my inability to get Wade out of my mind, no matter how much I try. Another mark in the win column. I’m going to need as many of those as possible if I want the partners to forget the fact that Wade isn’t a part of my life anymore.
I fly out the door of the courtroom with plans to hightail it back to the office, but instead, I come face-to-face with Wade sitting across the hall just staring at me.
Goddammit.
Why does he have to look so damn good in a suit?
And be such an amazing lawyer—competent and passionate in the court room. All it does is make me think about how those skills will transfer into the bedroom.
Why? Why? Why? Why?
And why the hell do I have to be attracted to him?
This would be so much easier if he were ugly. And dumb.
But he is a jerk.
He climbs to his feet, his perfectly tailored suit moving with him, clinging in all the right places. “Josette, we need to talk.”
I walk past him without a pause. If I linger even a second, it will mean the end of my resolve. “There’s nothing to talk about, Attorney Saxon.”
His footsteps follow me down the marble hallway. “There most certainly is. We clearly had a misunderstanding on Saturday.”
Misunderstanding, my ass!
Fighting my natural instinct to look back at him when I reply is nearly impossible, but somehow, I manage. “No, there wasn’t. It was perfectly clear what happened.”
He grabs my elbow to stop me and turns me to face him. I’m tempted to slap him again, but there are people bustling up and down the hallway, including several other lawyers who are now eyeing us speculatively.
“Will you stop litigating for a second and just listen to me?”
His eyes plead with me, and despite my anger, I can’t find it in my heart to say no to him.