Olivia shifted in her seat. So that was how Jaime wanted to play it. “Is that all you need?”
“I wanted you since the first time I saw you,” Jaime said, holding Olivia’s wide-eyed gaze.
“What? But that was…”
Jaime jutted her chin. “Almost six years ago, yes.”
“We’ve only been…meetingduring the last six months. Hell, we never shared a single friendly conversation for the entire time before the bar after the conference.”
“You don’t say.”
“But then—”
“I didn’t say I was in love with you.”
“Right. Perish the thought.”
“I wanted to fuck you from the first time I saw you.” Jaime tilted her head. “No. That’s not completely accurate. I wantedyouto fuck me.” She frowned. “I should have known better,” she mumbled, more to herself than anything else.
Olivia released a harsh breath. “So why are you against trying for more? We could see where it takes us.”
“Because I’m set where I am. I liked our previous arrangement.”
“You mean heated discussions and fucking.”
Jaime smiled. “Yes.”
Olivia shook her head.
“If we were to, as you’ve put it, investigate what else may lie between us, we could lose it all. What if we’re deluding ourselves and it truly is just physical? What if one of us ends up wanting more?”
“Is that why all your routines broke down? Again, I’m not proposing. I’m not even asking todate. Just to spend more time together, outside of hotel rooms. Bitch about the people we both hate. Watch some shows, have a few meals together.”
“Sex.”
Olivia chuckled. “Yes. That will always be on the menu, knowing us.”
“What about work?”
Olivia shrugged. “As we’ve been doing. I’ve already talked to my boss, and it’s been noted that due to a personal conflict of interest, I won’t appear as a lawyer in your court room again.”
Jaime’s eyes widened. “You told her about us?”
“I didn’t share any details, just that we share a personal connection, and it would be better if I don’t argue any cases in front of you.”
“Lord, that’s a good as telling her you are fucking me.”
“Well, she can make of it what she wants, and I am, in fact, no longerfuckingyou, so that’s moot, anyway.”
Jaime rose, drawing closer and settling next to Olivia. “Do you want to fuck me again?”
Hearing Jaime’s voice sounding so rough, almost needy, hit Olivia like a blow to her chest. She gritted her teeth, cursing the heat rampaging her system, the pressure building between her legs.
Torn between falling into old patterns or insisting on an answer, Olivia released a deep sigh.
She wanted Jaime, terribly so, but she needed an answer, too, or this might be the last time they’d ever lose themselves in each other.
falling in the space between
