Reckless 14

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It's going to be a long day. Last night's flirty texts about masturbating roll around in my head as I slide into his car and out of the rain.

"Good morning," we say in unison before chuckling awkwardly.

"Did you get some sleep?" His voice is torturous.

"Eventually, you?"

"Yeah, eventually," he gives me a lopsided grin.

"Dane, can I ask you something?"

He turns to me for a second, meeting my eyes, "of course."

"Why did you decide to work at H, H and B? You're so different from the rest of them."

He takes in a deep breath, "I've been waiting for you to ask this," he smiles, "through school, I was always told that my research was excellent, my instincts were impeccable...I have many things I'm not great at, but law, I know the law. In my fourth year, I was the aide to a professor that is a legend at Yale. He was a defense attorney for thirty years before coming to teach. He told me that I'll never make it as a defense attorney because I'm not ruthless, I care too much about people's feelings. Being cutthroat isn't something that can be taught. He said I'd be great in something like real estate or patent law."

"So, you're here to prove a point."

"Sound familiar?"

I can't help but laugh. It sounds very familiar.

"Well, if it's any consolation, you're crushing it."

His lips turn up slightly then tip down into a frown, "it comes at a cost though. I'm not actually sure it's worth it. The older I get the more I wonder why I thought being a decent person was a bad thing."

"You're still a good person, Dane. Why do you stay? You proved yourself, several times over. Why keep working here?

Something passes over his face, something dark. "I... it's a long story. I can't leave just yet."

"Okay..." the car suddenly feels very small and awkward.

"Are you glad you came here? Was it what you expected?" He quickly changes the subject.

"Yes, overall I'm glad I'm here. I've been considering a switch after my junior years are up, though."

He perks up, "switching to what?"

"I've been leaning toward family law."

He smiles, "I've been considering immigration law. It's still cutthroat but it's on behalf of a more deserving client, more often than not."

Shit. He really is a good guy.

I rub my hands over my slacks nervously. I wonder if he can tell that my resolve is completely cracked. We talked about being friends, being responsible, and putting this behind us yesterday. Not twenty-four hours later I'm ready to climb over the seats and maul him.

He pulls his sleek car into the underground parking garage, "so, thats interesting that we're both considering H, H, and B as a temporary stop."

His eyes glint with something, mischievous and longing.

I'm so glad we're underground and the lights are dim. I know my cheeks are bright red.

"Let me get your door for you," his voice is husky and low. I barely nod, in a trance. How do things change between us so quickly? A friendly conversation turns into soaked panties in seconds.

Instead of getting out of the car, he leans over, stretching his arm across my body, his face a few inches from mine, and he pulls the door handle.

"Shit," I whisper under my breath. He presses his eyes shut. His long lashes fanning out over his cheeks.

I try not to breathe, the smell of his hair is making me crazy, well, crazier. Denying this is starting to feel like torture. I lean forward and press my lips to his cheek lightly.

God, just put your mouth on mine.

"Fuck being responsible," he groans, his lips against mine.

"Yeah, fuck this place," my voice is barely a whimper.

He smiles against my mouth before pushing his lips to mine. His arm is still stretched across my body, holding the door handle, effectively pinning me to the seat.

The kiss feels like swallowing lava. My whole body ignites in flames. His tongue massages mine as he explores my mouth.

His pupils are blown out completely as he pulls our lips apart, "Jolie... I..."

Whatever he's about to say gets interrupted by the mechanical arm to the garage entrance pulling upward, signaling an incoming car.

We both jerk back, he runs his hand through his hair as I wipe my swollen lips and jump out of the car.

He follows quickly behind me, sliding out of his seat and slamming the door.

Mr. Hutchins senior quirks his brow before rolling his lips into his mouth disapprovingly.

"Fuck," I hiss under my breath, "he looks pissed."

"It's fine, he couldn't have seen anything, Jolie, he always looks like that, " his voice is hoarse.

Mr. Hutchins meets us at the elevator. He gives us a brief, curt nod. I know that realistically, Dane is right, there's no way he saw us but that was too close.

We need to figure this out. If we're going to indulge in this it can't be an irrational, careless encounter out in the open.

"How is the research coming?" Mr. Hutchins asks.

Dane quirks his brow at me.

"We're confident, as long as no more surprises come out of the woodwork," I tell him.

"I've read your research, I'm impressed," he says, looking at Dane.

"Thank you, we've put a lot of hours in." his voice is clipped.

"I'll see you in the research room," Dane turns to me casually as the elevator opens on my floor.

I nod politely to both of them before stepping out and finally inhaling. Mr. Bond seems to like me a lot more than either Hutchins. Now that Hutchins senior thinks I'm sleeping with Dane because he saw us get out of the same car, he seems to like me less. I want to be offended that he would assume based on something so small but....

After a while, I know I need to go to the research room, I can't prolong it anymore. When I step into the elevator Michael is already inside.

"Two?" He asks before entering the code for me.

"Thanks"

"So, Jolie, I'm pretty sure you're going to be with me for the next rotation," there is something about the way he's looking at me that makes me uncomfortable.

"Great, admittedly, trial prep was never really my strong suit. The office I clerked for had a specialist for visual presentations and aids, I never really got to do it. I'm excited to expand my understanding," I say earnestly. We may not be best friends but I'll take the opportunity I'm given to strengthen one of my weaker areas.

The elevator doors slide open but before I can step out he stops me. "I'm really looking forward to it. I can't wait to help you...expand. Dane is obviously doing an excellent job," his voice holds a smugness that causes me to turn to face him. He winks at me with an arrogant smirk that sends me into a tailspin.

We've only been here for an hour. Did Mr. Hutchins call a meeting to gossip about Dane driving me to work?

I rush from the elevator. Luckily, Hunter isn't here yet. Dane looks up as I begin pacing around the room.

"Michael basically just told me that he's looking forward to being my mentor next because he's assuming that I'll be sleeping with him like I'm doing with you."

Dane jumps up from his chair, "he said that?"

"Not in so many words but, pretty much. Why would Mr. Hutchins spread that around? He only saw us get out of the car!"

"Fuck," he runs his hands through his hair roughly, "we're going to have to be careful, don't do anything that could even be misconstrued as more than just colleagues. I'm so sorry, Jolie. I lose all self-control when you're around."

"Don't apologize. We were both equally reckless."

"Look, we need to back off, for a while. I... I'm going to have to keep my distance but please don't misunderstand, it's because we have to, not because I want to."

I nod and sit at the table dejectedly. Why do I feel like I was just dumped?


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