"So, did you want to grab lunch?"
"Peter….." Alicia arches her eyebrow. She can already feel herself getting exasperated
"Just lunch. I promise." Peter raises his hands up in defense. " I remember what you said, about us." He said looking intently at her.
"Come on, Alicia. Can't two friends just grab a bite to eat?"
"Peter…I'm sorry, but I'm swamped. My case load is just…" She motions her hands around her office to illustrate the piles of cases surrounding them.
"Maybe some other time, then?" He asks, stupidly optimistic.
"Yep. Maybe." She say coldly. She's beginning to feel irritated that he's even in her office. He's lucky I'm even talking to him. Married or not, this relationship ended years ago. But, now. With this. With her. Kalinda was…..she was her best friend. And he slept with her. Yet, she finds him here….five months later. Attempting to ask her out for a lunch date. Yep, I'm exhausted.
"Let me walk you out. I'm sure you have a long day ahead of you, as well." She lies. I just need to get my work done and him out of my office.
"Okay, sure. Thank you." He smiles as he opens her office door for her.
She see him look at her, up and down. It makes her uncomfortable. Next time he comes, wear pants….and a jacket….maybe a garbage bag.
He pauses for a moment, staring at someone with his brow furrowed. Alicia looks across the office, though she already knows at whom he's scowling. None other than, Will Gardner. She bites her lip, doing her best to stifle a laugh. If only he knew…
"Something wrong, Peter?"
No response.
Alicia looks over again and now Will is looking over here. She bites her lip even harder. He looks good.
He's looking at her, grinning. She knows that look. She knows that look all too well. Maybe it is time for lunch.
"Peter, don't you need to leave?" Okay, I need you to leave. She asks, attempting to mask her impatience.
"How's…..Gardner?" He snorts. He turns to her and arches his eyebrow.
She roll her eyes and press the nerves in between her eyes and nose, attempting to derail the migraine that she can feel building. "He's fine, Peter. Let me walk you out. I have a lot of work ahead of me."
He warily grunts. He knows that pushing this subject any further would not be in his best interest.
They wait as the elevator slowly makes its climb to the 27th floor. She looks behind Peter and Will is walking out of the conference room. He's talking to one of his assistants, barely paying attention her. He's staring at back intently and Alicia can feel herself beginning to blush. I hope no one notices. Thank God for makeup. She smirks and looks down at her hands, fidgeting.
"Alicia? Hello?" Peter is staring at her, blankly.
"I'm sorry. What did you say? I was thinking about something for an upcoming case." She smiles, but Alicia knows he knows she's lying.
Peter's face falls flat. He turns around to see Will looking at Alicia. Will smiles brightly and waves at Peter. Peter's jaw begins to tense and the veins in his neck begin to swell. His hands are clenched into fists as the elevator pings to announce its perfect, yet aggravatingly delayed, arrival.
Peter slowly turns and looks at Alicia, smiling. She furrows her brow in confusion to his sudden, and random, mood change.
"Well, ah….good seeing you Peter. Good luck on the deposition." She quickly smiles and turns to walk away. He grabs her elbow and pulls her in for a kiss. What the hell does he think he's doing?! I'm livid. No, utterly revolted. But, I can't show it. We're in public.
Alicia steps out of his overbearing embrace quickly. She turns so that her peers can't see the glare she gives him. Alicia smiles, dangerously… "Don't you ever touch me like that again. Do you understand? I meant what I said. .Over." She feels fer blood pressure spike. How dare he?!
"Alicia, I'm sorry. It's just…" She raises my hand to cut him off.
"I don't care. ." Her tone is low and threatening. She needs to make sure he gets the point.
"I just don't want loverboy over there getting ideas. You're still my wife." Peter says in clear, angry tone.
Still your wife? Did care that I was your wife when you slept with Amber, Kalinda, and whomever else?
Alicia begins to step towards Peter to tell him off when she feels a hand on the small of her back. Her spine chills while the rest of her body feels as though it's on fire.
"Leesh, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need you in my office. We have the Ashbaugh case tomorrow and we have work up to our knees." Leesh? He never calls me that in front of anyone. He looks down at her with a dangerous smile across his face. Up to our knees? Alicia looks into his eyes, before her gaze falls on his lips, his throat, his chest….slowly rising and falling. She instinctively bites her lip, barely aware that Peter is still standing by them.
"If you'll excuse us, Peter. I need to go back to work." She glares at him, still seething.
"Okay, hun. I'll see you at the Democratic Committee Dinner Friday?" He asks, looking apologetic. She doesn't care.
"We'll see." She snap.
"Peter…." Will smirks, extending his hand out. He's being cocky.
"Gardner…." Peter grunts and reluctantly shakes his hand.
Will and Alicia turn to walk back to his office, side by side.
"That was quite the pissing contest…" She rolls her eyes and giggles.
"Pissing contest? Me? I don't know what you're talking about, ." Will cocks his head to the side as he feigns innocence.
Will stops for a moment and his eyes drink me in. "I like what you're wearing, ."
"This old thing?" I chuckle. I sit in his large leather chair, making sure to cross my legs, slowly. She's wearing her little black dress, with a slight v-cut down the front. It hugs her body perfectly and it stops an inch or so above the knee.
Wills gaze becomes dark and lustful. He lowers his voice, "I want to take you now."