Sharon C. Cooper - Legal Seduction

“Hi, Nash.”

Nash dropped his shoulders and let his head fall back against the leather headrest of the office chair. Why me?

“Eve, why are you calling? Especially this time of night?” What was it going to take to get her to move on?

“I couldn’t sleep and knew you were probably up working. I was thinking that maybe you could stop by and put me to sleep like you used to.”

“Eve, the days of me stopping by your place, for any reason, are over. You have to figure out a way to move on. I have.”

“How can you say that, Nash? We dated for eight months and now you’re saying it meant nothing to you.”

“I’m not saying that at all. Eve, you knew going in that I didn’t want anything serious.” Nash felt like a broken record. They’d had the same conversation for the past few weeks and he didn’t know what else to say to make her understand.

“I know what you said, but we had something special. You can’t tell me that the sex wasn’t good.”

Nash would admit it had been good at first. She was an attractive, sexy woman who had a wild, adventurous side. It was everything else about her that he couldn’t deal with. Her jealousy and accusing him of seeing other women was a huge turn-off. Until she came along, he hadn’t dated exclusively since Audrey. Two months into dating her and he remembered why. She constantly complained about him not spending enough time with her and she showed up at his place of business demanding his attention. That was enough to drive a sane man crazy. The last straw had been when she talked about them getting married and alluded to sending Tania to a boarding school. Now that’s never going to happen.

“Eve, you and I are over. Besides, if I remember correctly, we only were dating for four months, and eighty percent of that time was me dealing with your childish behavior and your insecurities.”

“I can change,” she said, her high-pitched whine grating on his nerves.

Even if she could, he wasn’t interested. He wasn’t looking for anything serious with any woman, especially someone like Eve.

“You might be able to change, but I’ve moved on, and I suggest you do the same.”

A beat passed before she spoke. “If you think you can use me until you’ve had enough and then kick me to the curb, you have another think coming. We’re not over until I say we’re over,” she screamed.

Nash cursed under his breath. “Eve.” When she didn’t respond, he called out to her again before he realized she had hung up. Damn. Please don’t tell me I have a psycho on my hands.

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