Page 30 of Legal Desire
CHAPTER SEVEN
ITWASOVER.
That was what Edward thought. He’d been gleeful over how angry Trevor Sinclair had been when he’d stormed out of her office earlier that day. He’d told her that she would never have to deal with Street Legal as a client again.
He’d said it like it was a good thing.
Allison should have fired him then. The guy had no idea that without clients, there was no McCann Public Relations and no position for him.
What had she been thinking to purposely infuriate Trevor like she had? She’d been angry that he’d been prying into her life. But more than angry, she’d been scared.
She didn’t like anyone getting too close but especially a lover. That was undoubtedly over.
Trevor was too angry to want sex with her. While he’d been passionate, it had been about his friends and his practice—not about her. He wouldn’t want her again.
But that was good. Then she wouldn’t have to worry about him getting any closer to her. While he’d been inside her body, she didn’t want him inside her head—or worse yet, her heart.
No. She’d been smart to push him like she had. But as the elevator carried her and her takeout to the top floor, she felt a flash of disappointment at the thought of spending the evening alone.
Which was crazy...
She loved being alone. Going for a run, enjoying a glass of wine, a book, the takeout that filled the elevator with the citrusy scent of the chicken in orange sauce.
Now that Grandpa was gone, she preferred her own company to anyone else’s. He would have liked Trevor Sinclair. He’d had a lot in common with him since Grandpa had had to start working young in order to support himself and his big immigrant family.
Glad she was alone in the elevator, she expelled a shaky breath. She’d started prying into Trevor’s past just as payback for his prying into hers. She hadn’t really intended to help revamp his image to run for political office.
But she’d learned more than she’d bargained on learning. He was definitely a very credible candidate for whatever office he wanted. He was also an incredible man. Maybe as incredible a man as he was a lover.
Not that she would ever experience sex with him again. Even if she hadn’t infuriated him today, she probably wouldn’t have. Like his partners, he was known for preferring one-night stands to relationships.
And that was fine with her.
She didn’t want a relationship. At least not a personal one.
And maybe it was good that their business one ended, as well, and if Edward was right, it had probably ended. Trevor had been furious that she’d told him to leave the practice and his friends. And she couldn’t blame him.
Good friends were hard to find. She had a few from her boarding-school days. She even had a few of Grandpa’s friends she visited: the women her widowed grandfather had called his “lady” friends. She smiled as she thought of them, of how they all treated her as if she was their granddaughter.
Those were the only familial relationships she really had now. The elevator dinged, pulling her away from the pool of self-pity she’d been about to dip her toes into. She never did that—never felt sorry for herself.
And she probably wouldn’t have if she hadn’t been thinking about Trevor Sinclair and never being with him again as she’d been the night before. But as she started off the elevator, she noticed a dark shadow near her door at the end of the hall. Her pulse quickened with excitement.
Could it be?
She hurried toward it, toward him. He glanced up from the cell he held in his palm. He wasn’t on a call, though. He must have just been looking up stuff.
“Find anything interesting on Google?” she asked, her heart beating fast.
His wide grin flashed, but she wasn’t fooled. She could see the tension in his body. He was still angry with her. “Your grandfather, Patrick McCann, had one daughter. Patricia. Your mother?”
She felt sick. He was hitting back at her just as she had him. Exchanging prying for prying. “Is that why you’re here?” she asked. “To learn all my secrets?”
He tensed even more. And she realized that it was. Her pulse quickened now, but it wasn’t with excitement. It was with fear. But then she reminded herself that she had no deep, dark secrets. The only thing she really feared was Trevor getting too close—even closer than he’d been the night before.
“I am curious about you,” he said.
“Why?”
