He looks at me like he might snap back, but he sighs, reconsidering. “I’ll work on it,” he grumbles. “Jo really likes her, too. It won’t be long until they suggest a double date.”
“I’d love to buddy. All you had to do was ask.” I slap him on the shoulder, and he tells me to fuck off under his breath.
Now if I could just get her to go out on a date with me first…
Chapter Thirty-Four
Liv
It feels good to make a grown man nearly cry in front of a room full of his peers. Really gets my blood pumping.
“Miley, go grab a quick lunch. You did well in there!” I yell to her as I stroll into my office, Hayes right behind me.
“Wow, complimenting the intern. You’re on a high right now,” he teases, shutting my office door. Despite the boundary I put up between us, he’s remained his same charming self, and I’m thankful.
It’s hypocritical of me, but I don’t think I could handle it if he were cold towards me.
“Feels good to win.” My smile stretches over my cheeks, and he shakes his head in amusement.
“The jury hasn’t decided yet.”
“Doesn’t matter. I know I won.” I shrug, sitting back in my desk chair.
“I’d be terrified to face you in court, Liv.”
“Aw, that’s sweet of you to say.”
He chuckles. “Do you want me to get you some lunch?”
I shake my head.
“More tea?”
Another shake of my head.
“Do you want me to tell you how hot you looked handing Randall Porter’s ass on a plate?”
“Mmm, maybe. Hold onto that idea.” I stand up, waltzing towards him. His hands flex, but he doesn’t move, watching me as I get closer. “Thank you for sitting in there, even if it wasn’t fun being in a courtroom again.”
“Not a problem, boss.” The corner of his mouth kicks up in a grin as he looks down at me.
“You don’t need to call me that. You’ve never cashed a single check I’ve offered for your services.” I plant my hands on his chest softly, feeling his breath catch.
“I don’t want your money.” He looks at me seriously, searching my eyes, probably trying to figure out my wishy-washy behavior.
I practically tell him to fuck off one minute and then can’t keep my hands off of him another. I’m a mess.
“I know. Thanks for being here, anyway,” I whisper, meaning it wholeheartedly.
“Always.” He covers my hands with his, and I fight the urge to lean in more… To take more.
He would do anything I want, but I’m too conflicted to let him.
He sighs, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand. “I didn’t like seeing how heated Porter got. It’s a reminder of how much danger you can be in. Between your stalker and the nature of your job…”
“I love my job. Making people mad doesn’t scare me.” I’ve had enough people tell me that I have no business in law just because I’m a woman, and I don’t need to hear it from him.
I start to tug my hands away, but he holds them tight.
