Page 139 of Pucking Matt
I lean forward to get a better look at him. “How is that any different?”
“Because I really fucking like you.”
Well, that shuts me up. I blush as I stare at him.
“And I don’t want to only hook up. I know you’re not that kind of girl.”
“Oh,” I sit in front of him now. “And how do you know that?”
“Because if you were, we would have hooked up on the night of the party. Or the night we got dinner. I know you need more.”
“More?” I question.
“Yeah, and I’m willing to give you more.”
I’m loving this weekend’s getaway with Matthew Pearson. He is spilling himself to me. “You are?” I roll my eyes playfully. “Here I thought this weekend would be filled with weird fake dating things, and I could fuck with you.”
“Fuck with me all you want.” He bites his lip.
“So, your plan all along was to pursue me?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I didn’t plan any of this. I thought we’d be…I don’t know.”
I crawl back to my spot next to him, lean my head on his shoulder, and say, “You really like me?”
He rests his head on me and says, “I do.”
“Ha-ha. No pun intended.”
We chuckle while he reaches for my hand and holds it. I glance at our fingers intertwined, and my insides squeeze at the view.
I’m walking to room 1107 to meet with Matt’s mom, and I’m not as scared as I thought I would be. Being ignored at lunch is far better than being preyed on. I think this might be okay.
When I knock on the door, Holly answers the door.
“Amber,” she says curtly, letting me into her room. Right when the door closes, she says, “You may put your things down over there.” She turns on her heel. “We need to talk.”
I put my things on the couch and wonder what the hell we need to talk about.
She’s waiting impatiently as I turn around.
She says with a raised brow, “I wondered if that was you when I saw your name on my divorce papers. Did you tell Matt?”
“Tell Matt?” I question.
She shakes her head. “Do not. I know my son, and I know that him bringing you here has to be some kind of sick joke. But I will not be the brunt of a joke. Do you understand?”
I stare at her.
“Now, did you tell him about the divorce?”
“No. It is unlawful for me to discuss my clients with anyone. You are protected under HIPAA, and I would never do such a thing.”
“Good. So, your job comes before Matt?”
I nod. “Ms. Pearson, you do not have to worry. I am a professional. My clients are completely confidential.”
“So, he has no idea you worked on my case?” she asks, concerned.
