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we’d both felt the same thing when we first met?
    He rolled off me and stood up, looking down at me, a transformation coming over his face. “Now that I’ve had you, I can get you out of my head,” he said, his face conflicted.

5. Motion for Dismissal
     
    The change in his attitude was so quick, I could barely process it.
    He found his pants and pulled them back on, zipping and buttoning and buckling the belt. Meanwhile, I grabbed the fuzzy yellow throw blanket off the back of the couch and covered myself, suddenly feeling exposed in a very un-sexy way.
    “This won’t happen again,” he pronounced, picking his shirt up off the floor and shrugging into it. He quickly did up the buttons and tucked the shirt in, every movement he made calculated and precise.
    “I can’t afford any romantic entanglements,” he said, flatly, as I sat up and clutched the blanket to my chest, not sure what was happening. “I needed…this,” he hesitated, “to get you out of my head.” He spoke as if he was explaining a simple problem that was now solved.
    I felt tears well up behind my eyes, and willed them not to fall. “So you got me out of your head by getting into my pants?”
    “You don’t have to worry about recusing yourself from the case,” he said, running a hand through his mussed hair, “because this won’t affect our working relationship. As long as you can be professional, we’ll have no problem.”
    Me? Be professional? After what he just did to me in my own apartment? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
    “What the hell do you mean, this won’t affect our relationship?” I spat at him. “You just fucked me – might well I may add – on my couch! How is this not relevant to our working relationship?”
    “You just said it yourself,” he responded, not meeting my eyes. “We fucked. It’s a biological function, just like sleeping or breathing. It doesn’t have to get all entangled in emotions. Just let it be what it is, and we’ll be fine.”
    I was speechless, and I sputtered, looking for words. I pulled myself into a little, hard ball underneath the blanket and tried not to panic.
    “You knew what you were getting into,” he said, seeing my reaction. “I told you I didn’t have relationships.”
    I shook my head. “When did you tell me that?” I asked, incredulously.
    “I told you about my relationship with Deidre Lyons,” he said, as if this explained everything.
    My mouth dropped open, words returning. “How exactly was that the equivalent of telling me you wanted to fuck me with no strings attached?”
    “You knew what kind of person I was,” he said, patiently, his gray eyes unreadable. He looked as if he wanted to say something else, but he decided against it.
    He started to walk towards the door, and then turned back around.
    “I hope your ankle feels better,” he said, and sounded sincere – as if that made up for him being a complete asshole. “I’ll see you for our deposition on Tuesday,” he said, and opened the door, walking out of the apartment.
    I could do nothing but sit on the couch and stare for quite a while, not sure what the hell had just happened. As the door slammed behind him, I wondered at how the best sex of my life quickly turned into the most mortifying moment of my life without warning.
    ***
    For the rest of the evening, I iced my ankle, sipped wine, and cursed myself.
    I knew better than to get involved with a client – if Stephen found out, he’d have my ass on a platter.  And why, of all clients, did I pick Alex Richardson, who I knew was bad news?
    Because I couldn’t help myself, that’s why , I thought.
    I was no stranger to discipline. I had put myself through law school, because I knew my single mother was going to be of no financial help. I ran a marathon. I had a great job at one of the best law firms in Chicago.
    So why did I turn into a quivering, spineless jellyfish in the face of an attractive, Tesla-driving, fireman-carrying,