“Well, those are the rules. I don’t even think the rules are wrong, but I’m not going to argue it with you. Because Sa’afia. And because if I became your lover they’d fire me. Look, Ana, I’m going way over the line even by having this conversation. I could damn near get fired just for saying ‘pretty little ass.’ But I want to be honest with you.”
“About my arse?”
“I think we need to get your arse out of this conversation. Deal?”
“Oh, sir.” I didn’t know she could be arch. “Well, it’ll free up a lot of room.”
I looked at her, frowning in disbelief. Then I laughed, explosively, and kept on laughing. Ana joined in. It wasn’t that funny, but we didn’t stop. We made people look.
Eventually, she said, “Did I get you?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t ready for that. That was good. Um, Ana.”
“Well, I can feel more for you than just that you’re a client. I care about you. But I’ve still got limits, Ana.”
She nodded. “All right. But I can’t help how I feel.”
“I’m sorry. I’ve been where you are. I know it hurts.” She squeezed the hand I’d given her, and then grabbed my forearms, leaning forward. I was glad the table was between us.