Page 41 of Filthy Lawyer
Before I could ask if I could walk around the block for a while, the man we were looking for—our client’s husband—stepped out of the hotel.
Sitting up, I watched him pace out front, and then he waved at someone in the distance. A woman in a red dress ran toward him, and he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply, instantly giving our client five million dollars per the infidelity clause in their brutal divorce.
Damien called one of our team members, and I picked up the camera and snapped photos.
“I don’t understand how you can say ‘I do’ to someone one day,” I said, “and then years later, you hate this person and want to see them burn in hell.”
“That’s literally the definition of marriage.”
“Is that why you’re not married?”
“No.” He looked over at me. “But if I ever feel the urge to propose to someone, I’ll just withdraw every dollar from my bank account and set it on fire. That’s pretty much the same thing.”
I held back a laugh. “Can I ask you something personal?”
“No.”
“Are we supposed to pretend like nothing happened between us in your office the other day?”
“I could’ve sworn I said no.”
“I just need to know if you’ve thought about the incident that occurred during the afternoon hours.”
“Incident?”
“Yes, the inappropriate incident in your office.”
“You’re referring to when we had sex?”
“Yes.That.”
“Are you having regrets?”
“No.”
“Then why do we need to talk about it?”
“Because I…” I looked at him. “I would like to know if that’s how you typically operate when it comes to being at this firm.”
He arched his brow. “What do you mean?”
“Sleeping with whoever you’re working with.”
He stared at me for a while, looking confused.
“Forget I mentioned it.” I picked up the camera and took a few more photos.
When the couple disappeared, Damien cupped my chin and turned my head to face him.
“I’ve never slept with anyone who worked at this firm,” he said, “and between you and me, I’ve never slept with a fellow lawyer either. But yes, let’s pretend that didn’t happen because I can promise you it’ll never happen again.”
“Good, because I’m dating someone else and I would hate to be conflicted.”
“In that case, doesheknow about the incident?” He dropped his hand.
“No.”
“Good.” He pulled onto the street. “Don’t ever tell him.”