I shoot him a jaunty wave. “Hello.”
His eyes crinkle, and he rewards me with a dimpled smile. “So… how are you settling in?”
“Good. Everyone’s been really nice and helpful.” I hold up the article I’m reading. “I decided to figure out what the hell a biomechanical engineer is… a little light Saturday reading.”
Amusement is all over his face when he nods at me. “I have some good articles for you to read. I’ll email them over to you.”
“Great,” I say enthusiastically, but the thought of reading more about it makes my stomach hurt. I suck at this sort of stuff.
“How long have you been here?”
Glancing at my watch, I tell him, “Oh… only a little over seven hours. How about you?”
“A few hours. I have depositions next week in Chicago in a complex litigation case I have to get ready for.”
I sigh… because I wish I were the type of lawyer that could have cases where I had to prep for depositions. Instead, I fall under Lorraine’s whip to do her shit work and spend the remainder of my time pondering the merits of the Jackson case, without having the slightest idea of how to even make said case meritorious.
“What’s with the long-suffering sigh?” Matt asks.
“Nothing,” I say, my voice slightly gloomy as I fiddle with the papers on my desk. “I just can’t wait for the day when I can be a real litigator and handle depositions, go to court hearings, and make arguments to a jury.”
“That takes time,” Matt says with a serious voice. “But… how about you sit in on these depositions with me next week, watch how they’re handled, and I’ll have you handle some smaller ones for me after that?”
My head snaps up. “Really? I mean, you don’t even know what type of lawyer I am.”
“True enough,” he says. “But there’s only one way to find out.”
I’m giddy with excitement as I lean forward in my chair. “Thank you, Mr. Connover… I mean, Matt. Or Mr. Connover if that works for you. But just… thank you!”
Matt stands from his chair, walks to the door, and grimaces at me. “It’s just Matt, okay? God knows I know you well enough for us to be on a first-name basis.”
I go still all over because this is the first mention of our intimate knowledge of each other… since Matt made it clear the other day that it was something we should forget. I know I haven’t forgotten. In fact, those images in my mind of all the carnal things we did to each other, have kept me warm company during the nights.
Matt nods at me stiffly and quickly changes the subject. “Have you hired an accident reconstructionist on the speed issue in the Jackson case?”
“No. I wasn’t sure where to start with that.”
Glancing at his watch and furrowing his brows, Matt walks back to my desk. “I have to get back to work but show me the accident report really quick, and I’ll direct you where to go.”
Standing up from my desk, I walk to the opposite side so that I can grab one of the binders from my shelf. Matt’s in the way, so I murmur an ‘excuse me,’ and he steps back to let me pass.
But apparently, not far enough.
As I try to slide by him, my butt grazes up against his crotch… just barely… really, just the tiniest whisper.
It’s still enough of a touch that shock waves zing through my body and I hear Matt hiss under his breath, even as he takes a quick step back.
I turn quickly and blurt out, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
Matt’s lips are set in a distasteful line, and he’s glaring daggers at me. I suppose in an effort to cool his anger, he closes his eyes briefly and takes a deep breath. As his warm breath blows out over those sexy lips of his, his eyes slowly open, and now the anger is gone.
Instead, there is nothing but molten heat and lust in his gaze, which promptly causes my knees to start to shake.
Matt takes one step closer to me, and a quick glance down shows me that both of his hands are curled into fists.