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She looks as stunning as ever in navy skirt suit. The skirt is at the right length and right tightness to show off everything she’s selling, besides her legal expertise. A subtle peak of black lace bra, right amount of peak to lure the man and an alluring smell to pull you in. Yet, I swallow my disgust at seeing her.
“Hello, Sophie,” I say to her. She bats her lashes with a flirty smile.
“Hey, Daniel,” she says with a slight purr. “Isn’t this a surprise?” Her fake pitchy voice is scratchy to my ears. We both know it’s not a surprise. This was a calculated move on her end.
“And you are in Chicago because?” I reply, holding back my annoyance. I know this meeting isn’t coincidental, she has always pulled nonsense stunts like this.
“Because my firm sent me here temporarily.”
I nod. I don’t buy her bullshit answer.
“Well, good for you and enjoy Chicago,” I say, turning to leave.
She pulls my arm, in a gentle caress.
“Are you available tonight?” she whispers. A sad chuckle escapes me.
“I can assure you, I’m never available to you.” My answer is through gritted teeth. Removing my arm, I turn and leave.
I text Zack that I’m on my way out. He pulls up just as I’m walking out. I get in, trying hard to control the turmoil of seeing Sophie. She always shows up close enough, yet far enough that I can’t say she’s stalking me, but I know she is fucking following me. How I managed to attract a crazy woman is beyond me. I inhale and exhale to control my anger at seeing Sophie.
That woman has a way of poking me in ways no one else can. Subconsciously, I wanted out of New York to avoid her as much as possible because even New York with millions of people was too small for us. It doesn’t help that she’s a lawyer with a big firm and quite manipulative at getting answers.
I’ve only been away for twelve weeks and she’s already here in Chicago.
It seems the more I avoid her like a plague, the more she’s emboldened.
Don’t do it,my subconscious warns.
Do what?
Go down the fucking rabbit hole called Sophie.
You are right.
I pick up my phone and dial the one person that can make me smile.
“Hello,” she answers, her voice sleepy.
“Still sleeping, Princess?” I tease.
“I spent the night getting fucked from Chicago to Timbuktu, so I’m worn out.”
“Sounds like you had fun.” I smile, while mentally giving myself a high five.
“I did, only the guy didn’t think to bring me tea this morning to recharge my energy.”
“What a terrible guy. Should I subpoena duces tecum him to your court, my lady?” I say in mockery.
“Daniel, that’s too much grammar for my sleepy brain. I think I will let him go and get a replacement that would bring me tea in bed,” she groans.
I know and love that sound when she should get up and she doesn't want to.
“I hate to burst your bubble, he’s irreplaceable.”
“Should’ve known luck isn’t on my side.”
I laugh out loud.
