Nemesis(42)

After dinner, I help Sandra clean up, while we drink some wine together. After we say our goodbyes, Cohen drives us back to his house, where we make love to each other all night long.

I couldn’t imagine a more perfect evening.

*****

“Fuck, you look sexy today,” Cohen whispers into my ear when he passes me at work. I’m wearing black pants with a black top and blazer, paired with my new nude heels that I’m in love with.

“Thank you,” I reply, winking at him. “Hopefully, you’ll be ripping these clothes off later.”

“I definitely will be,” he replies, lust-filled eyes roaming all over me.

“We have a problem.”

“What?” he asks, lifting his gaze.

I show him his schedule, pointing to a name on the list. “This woman. You’re seeing her today. Last time she was here, I believe you kissed her.”

“She kissed me—”

“Whatever,” I say, pursing my lips. “Don’t let her kiss you again.”

“Jacinta,” he starts in a gentle, calm tone. “I’m not going to let her touch me. We weren’t together back then.”

“I know,” I reply, sliding the schedule away. “You said you’ve been with her before though. She’s familiar with you, and I don’t know, it’s not a very nice feeling for me.”

AKA I’m jealous as f*ck and don’t know how to deal with it very well.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, searching my eyes.

“Yes,” I say truthfully. “I do.”

“Okay then.” He squeezes my hand. “Then trust me. I’m not stupid enough to do anything to lose you, Jacinta. You know everything now, and I’m not going to go through your ‘cold shoulder, treating me like a nemesis’ shit again. Once is more than enough, thank you.”

I smirk. “I actually called you my nemesis in my head once. Good times.”

He sighs, but his expression becomes gentler as he watches me. “She will come in and go out without so much as touching me, okay? You have my word.”

“Okay,” I say, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry this is even an issue.”

“You know I value your honesty. It’s much easier for me when you just tell me how you’re feeling.”

I smile, and he smiles back.

There it is folks, communication.

“We totally have this relationship stuff nailed,” I blurt out.

Cohen throws his head back and laughs, so I shush him, not wanting any of the lawyers to come out and ask what’s going on here. They’ve been watching us closely, and it seems like they’re looking for any reason to call us out on shit.

Jerks.

“Yeah, we do. It comes naturally to us, because we know there’s no replacing each other. You’re the only one for me, and I’m the only one for you.”

“You sound pretty confident there,” I tease, licking my lips. “You know I don’t believe that every person only has one soul mate.”

“I know, but you’ll never get the chance to find out if there’s anyone else who fits you as well as I do, so it’s not an issue,” he says, smirking. He’s in a dark blue shirt today, rolled up his wrists. He must spend a lot of money on clothes, because every time I see him it’s like he’s in something new.

“You’re a clothes whore, aren’t you?” I ask, giving him a once-over.

“What?” he asks, amusement flashing in his eyes. “Did you just say?”

“You know, everyone has a vice, and yours seems to be clothes. You’re a clothes whore. I called it.”

“And what’s your vice?”

I think about it. “Food. And makeup.”

He laughs again, leaning forward. “I can see that. I like to look good. And you’re so f*cking cute right now, all I want to do is lean over this table, kiss you deeply until you forget your own name, then put my hand in your panties to see how wet you are. Then I want to lick my fingers so I can have your taste in my mouth to tide me over until I get to take you home after work and f*ck you properly. Hmm… I think I want you to sit on my face tonight. Yes, that sounds like a good plan.”

I glance around the office with wide eyes, double-checking we’re alone. “Shhhh, you can’t say that here! Anyone can be listening!”

So much for being professional.

“No one is even here, Jacinta. Relax.”

“You relax.”

“Baby?”

“Yes?”

“I love you,” he says, then walks away, leaving me with a goofy smile on my face.

I love being in love.





Chapter Twenty-Three


Cohen’s client comes in, but I’m okay with it. I trust him. When their meeting is over, he opens his door and winks at me as she storms out, not looking happy.

I have my line ready as he comes over to me.

“One unsatisfied client?”

“Very unsatisfied,” he replies, shaking his head at me. “She tried to touch me and I told her that I’m taken. I also said that if she wants a good lawyer, she can stay and behave appropriately, or she can go and find someone else.”

“What did she choose?”