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said. “Any other conversations we can have through text, email, or maybe lawyers.”

I walked to the car and Cole ran after me.

As I opened the back, driver’s side door, he slammed it shut.

“Give me your phone,” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“You didn’t even check to see if this is your driver. Do you always just get into cars like this?”

“No.”

Cole grabbed my phone and verified who the driver was.

He handed me my phone back and opened the door for me.

I slid into the car and was desperate for one more line to throw at him.

To hurt him. To piss him off.

But I had nothing.

Cole, however, had one more move to make.

He got into the car with me.

“I’m not doing this with a person in the driver’s seat,” I whispered to him.

“I tried to talk to you back there,” he whispered back. “You’re the one who wants to keep fighting with me. I’m just trying to get answers.”

“Answers?” I whispered-growled. “You don’t trust me! After you just got done saying you do trust me.”

Cole showed his teeth. “I do trust you, Maya. And right now, this deal with Mr. Pickle is the only thing keeping everything around us going. Okay? If this deal falls through, we all might be in trouble. I’ve worked on this company for years. I finally have it in a position to be sold. This is it. This is the next move. Nothing can fuck that up, okay? I’m not saying that you being pregnant is a fuck up. Do not take my words out of context. The reason why Mr. Pickle is ready to do this deal is because of me. I’m the selling point. I’m the guy that has no commitments. I can do whatever I want, when I want. He relates to me. And this…”

“Me being pregnant takes that away,” I said.

“Exactly,” Cole said. “So, yes, I want to go to a secret doctor appointment. Oh fucking well. Do you want a parade? Balloons? You need to get checked out no matter what. And, yes, I would like to see how far along you are. Just to… I don’t know…”

“And you don’t know how hurtful that is to me,” I said. “I’m just some dumb secretary who wants to be a writer and my grand scheme was to lure you into inviting me to that cabin for one night. And then I purposely allowed Mr. Pickle to attack me and make me feel worthless just so you would get drunk and stick up for me. So then I could chase you down into the cold, knowing my nipples would get hard… because we all know when a woman’s nipples are hard men forget everything they know. Their brains turn to mush and their dicks get hard. Right?”

“Maya, stop,” Cole said.

“No. I get it. You figured me out. So after the whole hard nipples ploy, I coaxed you into the living room, in front of the fireplace, and with my slut mind games, I made you lick between my legs until I came…”

I caught the driver looking at me in the reflection of the rearview mirror.

“Hear something you like?” I asked.

The driver looked forward again.

“Maya… just stop talking.”

“Why? Are you getting embarrassed? Ashamed? Huh? What are you going to do about it?”

I had Cole where I wanted him, but I didn’t anticipate his next move.

Before I could take another breath, his mouth was against mine.

His left hand touching my right hand.

I reached up and ripped his hand off my face.

But I didn’t stop kissing him.

Fuck me.

It felt good to kiss him.

It was comfort. I didn’t feel so alone.

And it was a good way to get me to shut up.

We kissed until the car came to a stop outside my apartment building.

Cole told the driver to wait for him and he rushed out of the car after me.

I put my hand out. “Do not try to kiss me again, Cole.”

“I won’t,” he said. “I just want you to know-”

“It’s yours,” I said. “There is no way it’s not. You are the only person I’ve had sex with in the last… long time. Okay? I did not set this up on purpose, Cole. I want nothing to do with you or your money. That’s not who I am. We were in that cabin together and things just… we both wanted that to happen.” I took a deep breath. “I’ll go to the doctor with you, okay? I understand what the deal means to you. I’m not out to