The Lawyer and the Greaser [Book 3]

Chapter 4

Watching Rosaline drink her coffee as I sit across from her wondering why she slept with me last night. I understand her being scared, but we've only just met. She's my lawyer.

"I need to go home," She announces quietly, looking at me with big eyes like she's expecting something. "I can walk you to your car." I offer, standing and putting her empty cup into the sink. She walks around looking for her things while I wait at the door.

"You can keep those clothes." I call to her. "Okay!" She calls back. After a few minutes she comes back in, dressed the same but she has her clothes in her arms. "Let me carry those for you." I say politely.

We walk to her car where she grabs her things, getting in, and driving away with a single goodbye and wave. feeling the slightest bit confused, I decide to walk back into my house and to not think about her for a while.

After a little bit of walking around, doing mainly nothing, I go out to get something to eat before calling some people to discuss mafia things. Although it might not be safe enough to meet up yet being how I'm still technically being tried for a bunch of things.

Not calling anyone just yet, I sit at the place where Rosaline first took me. Rather than sitting inside the place I sit in my car eating my food.

~oOo~

I find myself heading to Rosaline's house soon after she called me to discuss a few things about my court situation. As I drive over there I try to remain completely professional but I find it hard being how she's been on my mind ever since she has left my home and my bed. I still wonder why she chose to sleep with me although I was convinced that she somewhat hated me. 

Even so, she begged me to let her sleep in my spare bedroom and seeing her vulnerable like that worried me. 

I try to push the thoughts of last night away as I approach her house. I quickly park, turning off the car and walking to her home. As I stand at her front door I knock lightly then I wait for her to answer.

"Mr. Gold," She greets professionally, opening the door wider so I can come in. "Ms. Smith," I return as we walk to her kitchen. She's dressed in a loose, white blouse and a black, tight skirt. "I honestly think that one more trial and you'll be free to go," She starts, sitting at her table where papers are spread out. "I certainly hope so." I retort. 

"We need to discuss last night," She says, clearly looking anywhere but me. "I'm not going to hide the fact that I feel something for you, but we need to keep this to a minimum. If someone finds out I can be fired and if your case goes to someone else you'll go to prison."

I nod understandingly, "Is this why you called me over then?" Her eyes finally meet my own. "Partially," She admits.

"Partially?" I question, looking over her. She doesn't evaluate what she meant, but she gives me a cup of coffee. "You feel something for me?" I try changing the subject but she waves off my question.

"You just want me to sit in silence with you?" She nods, taking a drink if her orange juice. "Silence is golden." I chuckle to myself.

"Let's go." I announce, standing from the chair and fixing my leather jacket. She looks up at me, slightly confused. "Where are we going?" I take the cup of coffee, quickly downing the rest, then I take it to the sink.

"I need to go clothes shopping and you want to hang, so we're going to the mall." She looks at me for a moment longer before shrugging and getting up. "Sure, but you owe me either lunch or dinner." She jokes, grabbing a coat and shoes.

"How do I owe you lunch?" I joke back, picking up her purse and holding it while she gets her things on. "Because I said and I'm the best so I win." She shoots back with a goofy grin. "Oh yes! My goddess! So amazing and powerful!" I dramatically say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I am your goddess, huh?" She smiles at me as she takes her purse. I smile back at her then I lead her to my car. "Don't worry, oh powerful goddess, I'll get you stuff too."

"I like the sound of that, Mr. Gold." She replies getting in the car. I shake my head smiling at her as I go to get in. "Are you hungry?" I ask, plopping into the seat lazily and shutting the door. "A little,"

Nodding, I start the car, heading off the to mall. "Would you like to wait to get something or get it now?" I question. She thinks about it for a second, leaving us in silence. "We can wait a little bit." I nod to her.

"We'll grab something at the court."

~oOo~

"Why do you like pink so much?" I gawk at all the pink things she has in her hands. "I just like it!" She defends. "It's pretty."

"Whatever, I'll show you what's pretty." I mutter under my breath. "Is that a threat?" The brunette woman jokes, looking up at me with brown eyes. "Might be." I playfully poke her nose.

"So are these what you're getting?" I ask, looking over the items she has in her hands. "If it's alright with you," I tell her it's fine, grabbing them, and bringing them up to the counter. "Did you find everything okay?" The big-haired redhead asks. She sounds disinterested in anything Rose or I have to say, but nonetheless Rose answers politely.

"That's good." She pops a bubble with her gum, smacking annoyingly. "That will be thirty-seven even, sir." She announces, carelessly throwing Rose's things into a plastic bag. "Can you be more careful with her things?" I snap, pulling out my wallet rather harshly.

Rose wraps her arm around my waist, whispering to me that it's fine. "It's not fine," I reply, handing the girl the money. "Sir, it's my job to bag it and take your money. It's not my job to treat you like royalty," The girl replies, shoving the money in the cash register.

Before I can say anything back, Rose is pulling me out of the shop, hushing me. "She shouldn't have treated your things like that," I mutter angrily. "It's okay, sweety. Let's go look for your clothes." She comforts, leaving her arm linked with my own.

I mutter a few things under my breath about how the chick treated Rose's stuff as she drags me into a clothing store. "Why are you going clothes shopping? You had a lot of clothing at your house,"

"I'm growing out of them," I say, looking through some jeans. "Why?" She asks, picking up a pair and showing me. "I've started working out," Taking the jeans from her, I check the size. "Well my waist is getting smaller, thighs and upper body are getting bigger. I don't really fit my clothes anymore."

"Oh," Is all she says. While I focus on finding jeans that fit I notice her eyes skim my body as if she's trying to see the new muscles I've told her about. "I think I've found enough for here. Is there anything you want or need?" I say, walking up behind her as she looks through more men's jeans.

"I found these," She holds up a pair of dark colored jeans. "I think they'd look good on you." Not taking time to look over them, I add the new pair to my pile on my arm. If she likes them then I like them.

"Do you want clothes from here?" I question, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. "No, I'm fine. Thank you," I nod, leading her to the check out. I quickly pay and we start walking to the food court. We order some food, sitting with our bags, and eating in mostly silence.

(A/N)
Oh my god guys, I had the worst writers block. I'm so sorry for disappearing for nearly a month. I hope you all are enjoying the new year. ❤