Page 35 of Final Verdict
On the one hand, I’m glad she told me about her virginity.
On the other, if I’d gone through with it, it would’ve been the first time I’d had sex in months. But then she was bound to get emotional, attached, and needy, and I didn’t have time for that.
Ever.
Sighing, I flip through a docket for one of my longest ongoing cases and click a pen.
When I’m halfway through underlining the newest motions, my phone sounds with a new text message.
Scarlett
Hey...
I haven’t heard from you this week...
Are you ignoring me?
Yes.
I delete her text message and continue working.
Scarlett
I’ve called you three times and I know you’re reading my texts.
Could you at least answer?
No.
Two weeks pass without another text or call from Scarlett, and I trust that to mean she’s let it go and that she’ll disappear without another word.
I’m just waiting on my brain to get the memo and stop slipping her into my daydreams and shower streams every possible moment.
And I have no idea why a part of me is loathing the thought of her being with someone else.
Some other guy fucking her first…
“I’m heading home early tonight.” Rachel pokes her head through my door. “See you tomorrow.”
“It’s only six o’clock, Rachel.”
“Hence the word ‘early.’” She pulls on a pair of shades. “I’ll be back in the morning.”
“Early as well?”
“Ha! No.” She laughs and disappears down the hallway.
I return to my reading and hear a thumping sound.
Ignoring it, I flip the page, but it becomes louder with each passing second.
Looking up, I spot Scarlett knocking her fist against my doorway.
“I could’ve sworn I had you reassigned to another building...” I say.
“I’m filling in for someone who called in.” She glares at me. “I heard you’re also reconsidering the clerical job you offered me here?”
“Yes, but that’s not final, and whatever happens, it’s not personal.”
