"We can't... you're my client."
He chuckled, "so? There's no law against fucking my lawyer." He cupped my chin forcing me to look at him. "Stop making excuses and let me fuck you."
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DECEMBER
I strolled through the store, pushing the cart slowly. I could hear Nia on the other end of the phone talking with her husband about preparing the grill for a holiday barbecue. Although I didn't catch all the details, she invited me, and I agreed to join. It had been a week since I last spoke to Nico. I was still pissed off about the way he had spoken to me in front of his father. I shook my head in disbelief and rolled my eyes. Why was I still affected by it all? Thankfully, my period arrived a few days ago, bringing me relief and confirming that I wasn't pregnant with his child.
"Are you listening to me?"
"Yes, of course, I'm listening to you. I still don't understand why you're having a barbecue in the snow."
She sighed loudly. "Because it's a tradition. We will have a snowstorm soon, and I want to make sure we have good food before it comes. My grandmother always told me that a warm meal helps prepare for a storm. Besides, who wants to grill in the summer? It's hot, and you're sweaty. It's better in the winter, trust me."
"It's cold," I laughed. "But I won't question you any more. It's your barbecue, and I'm going to show up like I promised. I'm here at the store; what did you need me to pick up for you?"
"Please pick up some fruit and a bottle of wine. Choose any fruit you like, and you know our favorite wine."
I laughed, "Yeah. Who else did you invite, by the way?"
"I didn't invite anyone. I decided that I wanted it to be just you and me today. Of course, my husband because he has to cook the food. But we need some family time."
I pushed the cart to the wine section, scanning the shelves for our go-to bottle. "Okay, I'm trusting you. I'm antisocial, and I don't like big events."
She laughed, "No. You're not antisocial. You can't be because you're a lawyer. You just don't want me to invite anyone that you don't like. You can come out and say it."
"Well, I was trying to be nice about it, but if you insist. Yes, I don't want to come if there's going to be someone that I don't like there. You used to do that all the time in college, and you know how much I hate that. Remember you invited Becky."
"Becky who?"
I picked a bottle of San Marco Red from the shelf and placed it into the cart. "Don't act like you don't know who I'm talking about—Becky Miller."
She gasped, "Ohhhh yeah. Red hair, freckles, used to wear miniskirts all the time. I know exactly who you're talking about. Everyone hated her in college, but I never knew why."
I rolled my eyes, "I know why. She was a complete slut. She had sex with the whole soccer team. And she had sex with Professor Fulton. She used to brag about it all the time."
