“Today is my treat.” She pats her purse. “You always pay for food. I want to pay today.”
I shake my head as I yank my wallet out of the back pocket of my pants. “I’m not letting you pay, Chloe. This meal is on me.”
“I can pay half.” She starts to open her purse and her phone chimes from within. “I have to see who that is. I have a few major cases on the go.”
“I love when you talk like a lawyer.”
A laugh bubbles from her. “If that’s the case I have a few things for you to think about.”
I inch forward so I’m closer to her. This diner is crowded but since we’re sitting in a corner booth, we’re tucked away from most of the other patrons who are most likely doing the very same thing we are and that’s having a quick lunch in the middle of the day.
“Tell me, Chloe. Talk lawyer to me.”
She leans in until her breath is skating over my lips. “Constructive discharge. Front pay and I can’t stop thinking about overtime compensation.”
“I’m hard as nails.”
Her hand slides under the table and lands on my thigh. “You’re not, are you?”
I kiss her softly as I cover her hand with mine and inch it toward the front of my pants. “I am and it has nothing to do with what you just said and everything to do with wanting to fuck you.”
She skims her fingers over the ridge of my cock. That only heightens my desire more.
The sound of a phone ringing breaks the moment. I instinctively reach down to tug mine from my pocket but Chloe has her phone out and on the table before I reach mine.
A scowl forms on her face when she sees the incoming number.
“Leave me the hell alone,” she says under her breath. “Just stop.”
“Who is it?” I arch my neck to see the screen but her hand moves to cover it.
“No one.” She presses the ignore button. “It’s no one I ever want to talk to again.”
Chapter 41
Chloe
I seethe with anger as I sit next to Evan. My jerk of an ex-husband ruined a perfectly hot moment between the man I’m falling for and me.
Evan has no idea who was calling me. For all he knows it was a telemarketer. I didn’t bother to tell him that it was the asshole that broke my heart. I’m over Christopher and I never want to talk to him again.
“We can talk about it, Chloe.”
I look at him. The playfulness that was in his blue eyes a minute ago has been replaced with concern. I hate that. I despise the fact that a simple phone call from my ex can impact anything between Evan and I.
“Or we sit here and I can watch you shake in anger.” He scratches his top lip. “I’m good either way for the next twenty minutes and then I need to get back to work.”
I glance down at my watch. The hour we had planned together has flown by. I was excited when he texted me this morning to suggest lunch. I’ve missed seeing him at the café in the mornings and even though we talk and text multiple times a day, it’s not the same as being near him.
“What kind of surgeon are you?” I ask as I slide my phone back into my purse. Ignoring Christopher has worked all week, so I’ll keep up that tactic until I’m forced to change it. “I’ve been meaning to ask for weeks but I always think of something more important to talk about and that gets pushed aside.”
He laughs. “Something more important? Give me an example of something that you thought was more important than that question?”
“Our baby,” I answer with a small smile. “We’re doing the whole relationship thing upside down. You realize that, don’t you?”
“Upside down?” He looks amused. “Clarify that for me.”
“It’s pretty obvious.” I roll my eyes. “You and I had sex and I got pregnant before our first date. Most couples have a few dates, get to know each other, fall in love and then start thinking about a baby.”