Lawless (Hotch x Reader)

Chapter Eight

Aaron clears his throat as you sat down. He was trying very hard not to stare at your exposed cleavage that your tank top exposed.

"Aaron." You say

"Y/N," he nodded at you, "we need to talk about what happened."

"It was unprofessional and not to tell anyone?" You raise an eyebrow and sip your coffee.

Aaron nods and you frown, "you couldn't just text me that?"

"I regret it and we need an NDA to make sure it never gets out."

"Excuse me?" You nearly spit out your coffee scowling somewhat hurt, "the last thing I want to do is tell someone I had sex with you."

It's Aaron's turn to scowl, "I could lose my career over this and I quite honestly don't trust you Ms.Y/L/N."

"Well fuck you and fuck your career." You stand up picking up your purse and start making your way towards the door.

"Y/N!" He calls after you and you walk faster towards your car, you were angry. Angry at yourself for being stupid enough to bend over a desk for him, angry at him for not trusting you and angry at him for hurting you in the process? Were you really that bad that he'd regret it just like that?

You stumble into the parking lot and nearly scream as a tow truck was taking your car.

"No no no." You mutter as you quickly approach the man at the truck, "I can pay you right now how much?"

"Sorry ma'am you don't pay me, I can't legally accept your money."

"I'll give you double the money please give me my fucking car back." You tell taking a step closer but two hands pull you back.

"Sorry sir, she's drunk I'm taking her home now." Aaron sighs and leads you away from him before you could land yourself in a misdemeanor or felony charge.

"Drunk? You fucking bastard I'm perfectly sober I'm just trying to get home away from you!" You spit out the last word as he pulls you away towards his car. You try to muscle out of his grip but damn he was strong.

You give up as Aaron sets you down in the passengers side of his car.

Getting into the drivers side, you cross your arms as you hear the child lock click.

"I'm not going to jump out." You mutter.

"You sure? You're kind of acting like a psycho child right now."

You don't reply, instead you sink into the seat and rub your temple. Repeating 'don't cry' over and over again in your brain.

Part of your tough lawyer persona was not showing emotion. According to your father, it was the only way men in the law world would take you seriously.

"Address?" He asks.

Your eyes widen as you sit up, "I left my house key in my car." You cursed yourself for not being normal and hiding a key under your doormat.

"Guess we're going to mine then." He sighs as he starts the car.