Page 36 of Final Verdict
“Bullshit.” She hisses.
“Scarlett...” I look her up and down out of habit, hating the fact that even dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, she turns me on within half a second.
Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz!My phone sounds, and I pick it up.
“Hold on,” I say to Scarlett, answering it. “Hello?”
“It’sme, asshole.” Scarlett’s voice comes through the speaker, and I hang up as her face reddens. “So, you are ignoring me.”
“Obviously.”
“For what reason, Jameson?”
“Because I don’t like prolonged entanglements.” I try to focus on my folder again. “And the risk of getting into one—especially given your potential emotions—is not appealing to me.”
“Stop talking about me like I’m some type of business asset.”
“You’d be a business ‘loss,’ Scarlett,” I say. “Not an asset. I can’t afford you getting attached to me, or thinking that sex with me would actually mean anything other than that.”
“You honestly think your cock is that powerful?”
“This conversation was over weeks ago, Scarlett.”
“Well, it can’t possibly be because no woman has ever called your line while we’re talking, showed up to see you, or even texted you about wanting a second round,” she hisses. “I would know since I just checked the visitor and phone logs downstairs, so that means you’re full of shit.”
I look over at her again, flexing my fingers.
“Is that all, Scarlett?” I can feel a vein in my neck swelling. “Can we return to being strangers now?”
“As long as you can admit that you abandoned me because you’re scared of dating a virgin.”
“I’m not scared of shit,” I hiss. “And last I checked, we weren’t ‘dating,’ so I couldn’t have abandoned you.”
“The words you’re looking for are ‘I’m sorry,’ and ‘I think you’re better off finding someone who values you for a long-term relationship.’”
“You must have lost your hearing and your brain on your way to work this morning...” I stand up from the chair and slowly stroll over to her.
I stop right in front of her—too far for me to touch, but close enough for me to see the fury burning in her irises.
“Me discovering that you’re a virgin was you saving me from making a mistake.” I keep my voice firm. “So, thank you, Scarlett. Thank you for ensuring that the only thing we’ll ever discuss is how clean the floors in my firm look.”
Her bottom lip quivers, and I can tell she’s trying to interrupt, but she’s not fast enough.
“Since I finally closed out your unfortunate loan situation today and I’ll never ask for anything in return—” I pause on that half-truth. “I think this makes us more than even in the favors department. Correct?”
“No.”
“What else do I owe you then?” I arch a brow. “Besides an invoice for wasting my time?”
“Fuck you, Jameson.”
“I was willing to, but you ruined that... Remember?”
“I hate that I ever met you,” she says, stepping back. “You’re my biggest disappointment.”
“Maybe weshould’vehad sex, then.” I glare at her. “I can guarantee you would’ve never said that afterwards.”
I shut my door and lock it before she can say anything else, before she can notice that my cock is stiff in my pants and that she still has an effect on me.
