Twice in less than twenty four hours? Jesus...
I pulled up my latest case file, but I couldn’t bring myself to read it. All I could think about was Aubrey.
I’d felt something like this before, and I knew it would lead to nothing but despair. What I felt was nothing deep, nothing all-encompassing—yet, but it was real, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I’d built the last six years of my life detaching myself from any chance of having feelings for someone else, refusing to build any friendships, but Aubrey had snuck by my impenetrable doors somehow. And not only had she snuck by, she’d done it with lies, something I would never allow from anyone else. Something that would make me immediately discard her and never think of her again.
I had absolutely no idea how to handle this. This was uncharted territory and I had no idea where to sail next.
Sighing, I picked up my case file and forced myself to read the first few pages so I could get a grip on myself. Before I knew it, I was lost in my work, and the only thing on my mind was how I was going to convince a jury to believe my latest client’s bullshit.
Before I could call the lead prosecutor and ask what he was offering in exchange for a plea deal, I felt something hot splashing into my lap.
My goddamn coffee.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I dropped my papers to the desk, glaring at a red-faced Aubrey. “Did you just throw that into my lap on purpose?”
“I did.” She nodded, and I realized there were tears in her eyes. “Bringing you your coffee is my job, right?”
“Are you f**king bipolar?”
“No, I’m just a liar like you said. I’m actually just like you, but at least I can admit when I haven’t told you the truth, at least I have a reason.”
“Excuse me?”
Tears fell down her cheeks. “You have a visitor at the front desk.”
“Is it your replacement?” I asked dryly. “Because I swear to God, if these stains don’t come out of my pants—”
“It’s your wife.”
***END OF EPISODE ONE***
>There were hundreds of new women on the site now, but very few of them caught my eye. The ones that did seemed too good to be true, so I didn’t bother clicking on their full profiles.
Just as I was reading about a math professor, a cup of coffee was set on my desk.
“Good morning,” Aubrey whispered.
I didn’t answer. I continued to scroll through online profiles; she’d get the point eventually.
She sighed. “Andrew—”
“It’s Mr. Hamilton.” I looked up, immediately wishing that I hadn’t. She looked even more stunning today than she did yesterday. She was wearing the same grey dress she’d worn to her interview, and it was tighter today than it was on that day. Her hair was falling in soft curls that fell past her shoulders, and her blue eyes were bright, hopeful.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” she asked.
“Is it about your work?”
“No...”
“Is it about my work?”
“No...”
“Then no. Get out.”
“It’s about yesterday.” She stood still, making my c**k stiffen as she bit her lip.