Chapter 15: CHAPTER 15 - OH, COME ON, ELENA.
"Wow, I think I heard two lawyers flirting with each other." Cameron, who had inadvertently passed Elena, said skeptically, raising an eyebrow at Elena with a fierce look.
"Hello, Jones!" George greeted Cameron, an old friend. "So, what has brought you here? Is it also a Friday night date?" George then inquired.
"Date?" Cameron repeated George's words in an annoyingly high tone.
Then George nodded, remembering that Cameron had never had a serious date with anyone other than Emily.
"Is Emily and Brielle all right?"
It was as if something had punched him out of nowhere. Cameron's stomach suddenly felt very queasy, and he could feel Elena's cynical look on his face.
Cameron stated, "I'll see her this weekend." Then he looked at Elena, who was now averting his gaze while sipping the mimosa she had ordered. "Have a pleasant date, Lawyer Smith."
"Of course. Thank you, Jones." Elena answered coldly with her trademark fake smile.
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Elena Blinked after nearly fifteen minutes of staring out her office window. She was already holding a pen, ready to go over the case files she needed to finish before leaving for Chicago. She realized that all of these files would be impossible to review on their own.
Elena found it difficult to concentrate on the words Cameron said to her the other day at the restaurant after catching her on a date with George, an Ivy League friend.
I hope you have a pleasant date.
"Oh, damn it." Elena snorted in displeasure. As she remembered those words, she felt a strange sensation inside her. She didn't want Cameron to get the wrong impression about her relationship with George, but why should she? After all, she is a single woman with the freedom to date and be in a relationship with whom she wishes.
Cameron is just a troublemaker who does whatever he wants and has an above-average level of selfishness and desperation.
Elena brushed the thought away with complete awareness, just as quickly as it had appeared in her mind. After all, as she just stated, the files piled up on her desk couldn't review themselves. Furthermore, she and Cameron are not romantically involved. Just a kiss in her comfortable office chair and a goodnight kiss on her townhouse's doorstep.
There is no passionate romance, nor is there any meaningful humor. Her friendship with Cameron has always been fraught with sarcasm and skeptical satire. Well... even though that annoying man has suddenly become very sweet at times in the last few days.
And remembering Cameron being cute just because he needed help getting Emily back by—almost or similar to—threatening him with some big secret he had made Elena feel a little... irritated.
Smith, forget it.
But Elena couldn't deny that it was a lot of fun, especially with Cameron's tantalizing breasts and demanding hot kisses.
One fantasy isn't going to kill her, and it's not going to ruin her job.
She lay on the beach, without a phone, laptop, or iPad—it was obviously a fantasy—listening to the soothing sound of the waves, with a shirtless Cameron slathering sunscreen on Elena's back. Elena shut her eyes. It was as if she could feel Cameron's big hand caressing her skin... The man's light, seductive touch was enhanced when he brushed her hair off her shoulder as he bent down to say—
"Elena."
Elena's eyes blinked open. Okay, she could clearly hear Cameron's voice. She slowly turned her chair to find Cameron standing in front of her, in the doorway of her office, where she and Cameron did have a workspace facing each other, but the two of them had kept their distance for almost three days by deciding to avoid each other. not greet one another.
"You'd better get out to lunch before the two of us talk about Chicago," Cameron said without saying hello, but instead ordered her straight.
Elena ignored Cameron's tirade for a while because there were more pressing matters.
"What are you doing here?"
Cameron moved awkwardly in the doorway, as if he didn't know the answer. "At the very least, if you don't eat lunch, you should eat more than just an energy bar," Cameron said curtly, holding out a brown paper bag.
"You brought me lunch?" Elena exclaimed, surprised.
"I just happened to have lunch at a restaurant I know you like,"
"Are you stalking me that much?"
"Don't get me wrong, I have an appointment there with my client, and..." Cameron's face was flushed as he said this. "...eat whatever you want."
Elena was still looking at Cameron, but this time she was suspicious.
"A cheeseburger with spicy chipotle ketchup and fries, chosen especially for a stubborn and stubborn woman I know, and pickled green dill the same color as your blouse. Here it is." Cameron then wrapped his arm around him as usual.
"You still look irritated as ever." Elena stated.
"It is, in fact." Cameron explained.
"Obviously, I don't need to ask why you're so upset, do I?"
"Of course," she says. Cameron exhaled a sigh. "Anyway, just finish your chipotle burger. Stop bombarding me with questions. Sometimes a guy just wants to take a girl out to dinner to apologize. Do you have any objections? Good. Attorney Smith, enjoy your stack of case files."
Cameron exited Elena's office, crossed into his own office, and vanished as quickly as he had arrived.
Elena blinked as she stared at the door. I'm not sure what it was.
Elena smiled crookedly as she opened the brown paper bag containing the burger Cameron and French fries had brought her.
"Thank you, Cam." Elena muttered something.
Elena and Cameron met again a few hours later, at three o'clock in the afternoon, at Starbucks, to talk about Chicago.
"You're the one who got all the Johanson Group partners to meet there, right?" Elena investigates.
"You even asked a work-related question without even thanking me for the burger. You obstinate, ungrateful jerk."
"If he hadn't rushed out of my office as part of the grumpy man stunt, someone would have thanked him in person." Elena responded with her characteristically sarcastic sentences.
Cameron smiled.
"So?"
"Thank's" Elena said raising her eyebrows.
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