“What else do you know about me?”
“I know how to make you moan.” He gives me the best come-fuck-me look of all time.
He’s so naughty.
“Your name is Zoe Armitage, you’re 26. Single, live alone. Grew up in the area and …” He frowns. “Would never have picked you for a lawyer though.”
“You’ve done your research, impressive.” I smile, “You must be a cop or something.”
He gives me a sexy wink.
I twist my wine glass as my mind temporarily wanders.
I never picked you as a lawyer.
Sensing my sudden mood decline, he asks, “What is it?”
“Oh nothing.” I shrug embarrassed. “Just…… It’s funny you say that about the lawyer thing, I’m in the middle of a mid-life crisis as we speak.”
Why did I tell him that? I haven’t told a sole.
“How so?”
“I don’t know, I studied for years to do this, I work for the top law firm in town, and now,” I shrug, “I hate it, I hate everything about it. I’m miserable and drag myself to work every single day. I’ve never cried so much in my life.”
He listens intently.
“But I think that’s normal, right? When anyone starts a dream job that there’s a settling in period. It’s never what you think it’s going to be,” I add.
“How long have you been doing it?” he asks.
“Two years.”
He nods and thinks for a moment, “What made you pick law?”
“I don’t know, I got the marks at school and the writing was on the wall for a long time.”
“Who’s writings?”
“My parents, my teachers, my boyfriend at the time. Everyone.”
“Everyone but you?” His eyes search mine.
I sip my wine, feeling uncomfortable. “It’s a good job.”
“It is,” he agrees. “But what did you want to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. If you could have been anything in the world, what would you have been?”
I shrug.
“Don’t shrug, be honest with yourself. What did you want to do?”
“I wanted to be a nurse.”
He frowns as he listens intently, “So, what stopped you?”
