Page 42 of Resisting the Lawyer (Dirty Hot Resistance 3)

She nods and there is that brave tilt to her chin again. “I spent a week thinking about this. And I came to this decision.”

My hands run down her arms and then I grasp her cold hands, settling them in my lap, “There’s no rush to anything. And if you think it would make you feel better, we can always go to your place.”

The meaning is clear and she blushes.

When we leave the office to pick up Sophie and drop her home, she looks mentally exhausted but happy. Before exiting her car, she kisses me on the cheek and then rushes out.

After she’s gone, my own smile fades and I return to the office, making my way to Caleb’s office.

When I open the door, both Oliver and Caleb are waiting for me there, their expressions grim.

The door shuts behind me with an ominous click.

10

Elise

Lucas’ declaration is still ringing in my ears. It’s been a handful of days since I went to his office. He’s still pretty wrapped up with his work, but he always makes it a point to come and see me twice a day. Once in the morning, and once for lunch.

I keep telling him he doesn’t have to but he insists on taking me and Sophie out to lunch every day. I mean technically, I am Sophie’s lunch but the gesture is very sweet. However, I refuse to let him pay every time. The one time I forced him to let me pay, he sulked the whole time on the ride back.

That’s something I’ve discovered about Lucas.

He can sulk like a child when something doesn’t go his way.

It’s the most adorable thing about him and although I can sense that this man is incredibly lethal when roused, cruel and fierce when the moment calls for it, the fact that while he can turn savage at any moment, he lets me get away with mostly anything. I provoke him endlessly and come out unscathed, most of the time.

Yesterday, when I had ignored him while working on something, he hadn’t quite liked that. So I had ended up being pressed against the bathroom door and punishing kisses had been my reward. I adjust my collar to hide the fruit of Lucas’s labor.

Honestly, the man has no shame, whatsoever!

The more time I spend with him, the more I realize that my ‘friend’ had been such a mild person. The man who keeps finding reasons to kiss me is cunning, sweet tongued, and a sadist. Lucas’s favorite past time is teasing me until my face is so red that I have to chase him away.

Jerk, I think, fondly.

I glance at my watch and fuss over Sophie, waiting for the lunch hour to start. Five minutes or so are left. These lunch meetings are the highlight of my day.

Maybe it’s because I’m so engrossed in fixing Sophie’s top that the footsteps don’t register on me until a smooth voice says, “So, this is the little brat.”

I stiffen automatically and immediately aim to lift Sophie out of the pram into my arms where she’ll be safe.

Darren grasps my wrist tightly, in a painful hold. His tone is still pleasant as he speaks, “Don’t do that. I want to see my daughter.”

I pale as I try to tug my wrist free, but I hiss, “Get away from her, Darren!”

He ignores me and looks into the pram, a cold and detached look on his face, remarking, “Ugly little thing.”

Sophie is quiet, staring up at him, not a hint of a smile on her face.

Darren’s lips curve in a cruel smile, “But you’re still mine.”

“She’s not yours, Darren!” I spit out, without thinking.

He turns to look at me, vaguely surprised. “Are you saying you were spreading your legs for other men before me? So, the rumors about you are true then.” He acts as if he isn’t the one spreading them.

I finally manage to pull free of his hold, “I mean that you have nothing to do with either of us. So stay away!”

He gives me a mocking look. “Maybe it’s because you don’t want your lawyer boyfriend to think there’s still something going on between us.” He takes a step towards me.

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