𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 | 𝐒.𝐌

Chapter 5

The waiter brings us the receipt, but when I grab the bill Shawn insists on paying. I let him, just to keep his ego intact. We walk out of the restaurant and he looks at me, waiting for me to say something.

'I'm going home. I'll see you Wednesday.' I awkwardly look at my feet.

'Can I walk you home?' He asks.

'No. You're my client.'

'But do you want me to?' He asks with a smile.

'Yes.' I respond before I turn around, walking to my building.

He follows me and runs a little to catch up with me. We walk in silence, and just listening to his breathing brings me peace, I don't know why. The cold air makes me shiver and I see Shawn removing his jacket.

'Here.' He hands me the jacket.

'Thank you.' I take it from his hand and put the warm jacket around my shoulders.

'Why don't you like people touching you?' He asks when we're almost at my building.

'How do you know?' I ask without responding to his question.

'That day at your office, I put my hand on your shoulder and you pushed it off. And outside later that day, Bakker tried to hug you, but you didn't let him.'

'I don't like to be touched if it is not my initiative or family... or if I just don't want you to.' I say.

I feel his eyes burn into my face, and when I look at him he turns away quickly. 

I walk through the doors of my building, happy to see Sam standing in the lobby. Shawn follows me inside and I wonder when he's going to leave me alone.

'He's not allowed to get past the lobby.' I tell Sam when I point at Shawn.

Shawn laughs, but when Sam puts his hand on his chest to stop him, he knows I'm serious.

'Why?!' He asks with a smile on his face.

'You're my client.' I say before entering the elevator.

The doors slide shut, and I see Shawn waving before taking a step back from Sam. I open the door of my apartment and remove my coat. Fuck, it's Shawn's jacket. I forgot to give it back to him. 

When I hang it onto the coat rack I see that there's something in his pocket. Please tell me it's not his phone.

It's his wallet, and I don't know if that's any better.

I decide to call him. If I go to court with his jacket in my arms, my reputation would go to shit, and that's the last thing I want.

'I'm still downstairs.'

'I'll be right there.' I respond through the phone.

I tap Sam on his shoulder and mouth "thank you" for still keeping Shawn in the lobby and not letting him go to my apartment. I hand Shawn his jacket and he looks at me without saying anything. I haven't known him very long, but I can see in his eyes that he wants to ask a question.

'What?' I say with a sigh.

'Can I get a hug?' He asks.

'I just told you that I don't like people touching me.'

'But if you hug me, I won't be the one touching you first.' He says with a smile.

I consider hugging him, just a short, fast hug, but I decide against it. He's still my client, and I don't hug clients, no matter how fucking hot they are.