Page 23 of Final Verdict
“Youcalled me, Jameson.”
He hangs up, and I wipe down a few more frames before calling him back.
“Yes?” he answers.
“For the record, I wouldn’t fuck you for free.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he says. “I’m not the paying-for-pussy type…”
“That’s—” My cheeks heat. “That’s not what I was trying to say.”
“Then elaborate.”
“In a perfect world, where I actually had my life together, I would sleep with you if we were in a relationship.”
“That’s a very nice way of saying ‘never,’ Scarlett.” His low laugh is infectious. “Very good to know. Anything else you need to elaborate on?”
“Not right now.”
“Good. I’d prefer it if you didn’t call me back again without a reason.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t like talking on the phone to people who aren’t my clients.”
“What about your friends?”
“I don’t have many of those, and I’m not attracted to them like I’m attracted to you.”
Oh… “Associates?”
“No, Scarlett,” he says. “I use my phone for my work, and I’ve already crossed the line with you in one too many ways.”
As if I’ve used all his allotted phone time, he hangs up without any warning.
I stare at my screen for several seconds, and the sound of Mr. Brice’s shoes echoing nearby makes me grab a rag.
Still, I can’t help sending Jameson a text.
What about texting? Can we do that?
Are you facing a legal issue anytime soon?
No...
Then there’s your answer.
How did your serious former girlfriends put up with this communication boundary?
His name immediately crosses my screen via phone call.
“Hello?” I answer.
“You honestly think I’ve had a serious relationship with someone?”
“I mean…I would guess no, but that’d be kind of weird if you didn’t. Everyone has at least one.”
“Everyone who isn’t focused onwinning,” he says. “Girlfriends don’t help you win cases.”
