Page 9 of Attorney Privilege
I stand there, not sure what to do. I'm only wearing a bra and panties, and they don’t even match.
"Allow me." Gideon reaches for a white silk robe that’s hanging on a hook next to me. I swear it takes him forever to grab it and hand it over, but once he does, I quickly tie the front.
"Sorry."
"Don't be sorry for that." He smirks, and I lick my lips nervously.
Is he implying he likes what he sees? No, I shake that thought free. Gideon looks like he dates women who are classy and elegant. That’s not me, no matter how hard my mother tries.
"What are you doing here?"
"Searching for a wedding dress."
"Oh." Right, that was a stupid question. Why else would he be here? That’s when it dawns on me that he’s also getting married.
A disappointment I shouldn’t feel fills me. I haven't been thinking about Gideon in the most appropriate ways, but is it my fault that when I was reading a dirty book last night, it was his face I kept picturing as the hero? I couldn't stop it, not that I tried real hard.
"I was teasing you." He cocks his head to the side, a half-smile pulling at his lips. It's playful and disarming.
"So you're not getting married?" I try not to fidget under his stare, but it’s almost impossible.
“Not at the moment.” That’s a strange way to word his answer, but I suppose I’m strange too. At least I’ve heard people call me that before.
“So, um.” I glance around. “You’re here,” I say for the second time. “Is there a problem?” Why else would he be here unless there was an issue?
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” My breath hitches at his honest admission. That’s the last thing I thought he’d say. I figured he’d likely never think of me again after our meeting. “The prenup.”
Oh. That’s why he’s here. Of course. I’m so silly.
“I signed it.”
“But you still haven’t read it.”
“You’re really hung up on that,” I say, and Gideon runs his fingers through his hair, appearing frustrated. “Are you mad at me?”
“I’m pissed you’re getting screwed in this prenup. You don’t even want to know the part about children.” I open my mouth but quickly close it. I hadn’t gotten that far in my head.
“Oh god,” I whisper to myself. Why hadn’t I thought about the possibility of children? My heart gives a small flutter before it’s quickly snuffed out. The idea of having kids with Conner makes me want to throw up, but the idea of never having them makes my chest hurt. “I don’t even want to have sex with him, let alone procreate,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
"You know what happens when you get married, right?" he asks, and I nod my head.
"I mean, I do, I just—" I huff a breath, suddenly feeling exhausted. "Did you fertilize your philodendron?"
"That's what you're asking me right now?"
What I don’t tell Gideon is that thinking about his plant is better than thinking about sex with Conner.
Gideon runs his fingers through his hair again, making it a bit untamed. I have the urge to reach up and fix the unruly locks.
"Well, now I'm thinking about your hair." There’s no reason I can't fix it, so I reach up and do it. I have to stand on my tiptoes, but I manage to get them back into place.
"You need to be thinking about yourself." I drop my hand from his hair, but he catches my wrist and holds on to it. "You don't want to marry him."
"Are you asking me or telling me?"
"You don’t,” he says with finality.
“I don’t,” I say in agreement. “But I am.”
