"So..." Cary drawled as he sat one side in the back seat and Isabelle sat on the other side, her legs bent and resting on the seat, her head resting on her knees as she raised a brow at Cary.

"So what?" she asked him and he chuckled once, running a hand through his hair.

"I was trying to start a conversation. Please continue if you feel like being social," he urged her and she rolled her eyes, shaking her head and closing her eyes for a moment.

"So why are you such an arse to me?" she decided to ask him and his mouth dropped open, making an 'ah' noise as she waited for him to answer.

"No comment," he simply said. "And besides, I just tell you what I want doing. Is that not what PA's are supposed to do?"

"I'm not working at that firm to cater to your every need Cary," she said. "There are other lawyers who also have jobs for me to do and when you ask for things then it puts on too much pressure."

"What?" he asked her. "You can't handle a little bit of photocopying here and then?"

"Don't be sarcastic," she snapped back at him and he began to shiver still cold in only his jacket and shirt. Isabelle took in his appearance as she shivered under his coat and he rubbed his hands together.

"Do you want your coat back?" she asked him and he shook his head.

"I'm fine," he said, his teeth chattering as he spoke. Isabelle sighed once, removing her arms from the sleeves as Cary shook his head. "I said I was fine."

"You're quite clearly freezing," she said. "Now shut up and stop complaining. And I am not doing this for my own benefit but I am thinking of you."

"How considerate Daniels," he chuckled. "Now what are you going to do?"

Without uttering another word Isabelle moved over the seat of the car awkwardly, settling herself onto Cary's lap as her legs dangled over his own. The space was compact and Cary automatically rested his hands onto her hip to make sure she didn't topple over. Isabelle used the coat as a blanket, wrapping it around both of them.

"I just think you enjoy being close to me," Cary whispered, his body warming up as they shared body heat.

"Don't count on it," she replied in a hiss and Cary laughed once.

"Of course," he coughed lightly, "it would be warmer if we were to both be naked."

"I will seriously slap you in a moment," she warned him.

"You wouldn't," Cary replied and his free hand snaked under his coat, pushing her blouse up lightly and his hand rested onto her cold skin. She jumped at the coldness of his hand and shoved his hand away, slapping his arm.

"You arsehole!" she snapped at him. "You knew that would be cold."

"Lighten up," Cary told her. "It was only a joke."

"Lighten up?" she hissed. "You're the straight faced lawyer! Not me!"

"You're certainly acting the part," Cary replied.

"That's because I don't like spending time with you."

"I would never have guessed," Cary rolled his eyes.

"Can you try and be human," Isabelle pleaded. "Only for one hour."

"Whatever you say," Cary said. "On the condition you stop calling me an arse."

"Don't act like one then."

"I don't."

"You so do."

"You're completely immature," Cary replied. "Is that how you got your job? Daddy had to get it for you because you couldn't cope with the maturity?"

"My dad got me my job because I was a recovering drug addict," she snapped at Cary and the blonde man went silent for a moment whilst Isabelle ran a hand over her cheek. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"No," Cary said. "What happened?"

"Do you really think I am going to tell you?" Isabelle replied. "You're the man who is making my working life a misery?"

"I think you've started a story and so can't stop," Cary told her softly, his hand making circular motions on her waist involuntary.

"I can," she said defiantly. "It doesn't matter."

"It does," Cary said. "You do know I can find this out from your file? I have records."

"What do you want to know?" Isabelle snapped at him, annoyed he was pushing her and she was about to crack. "My mother died when I was sixteen and I rarely saw my father...I turned to alcohol and partying and ended up addicted to heroin only to stop when I was found near dead on the bathroom floor in some man's apartment who I didn't know. Does that answer your question?"

"I'm sorry," Cary said. "I never knew."

"If you knew then would you have stopped being such an idiot to me at work?" she asked him, turning red as she did so.

"Look," Cary said slowly, "I am sorry for what happened."

"That's not going to change anything," Isabelle muttered. "What I just told you...I told you because you pushed me, okay? I don't want anyone else knowing...only Will knows and I want to keep it that way in the firm."

"You can trust me," Cary replied. "I won't tell a soul."

"You'd best not Cary."

"Isabelle," Cary used her first name, "would you just trust me for once? I'm not as much of an arse as you want to think."

"Hmm," she said, still sceptical.