Page 23 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

Throwing up all over my desk in physics hadn’t been the ideal way to start a day, but Cora had laughed about it until she cried when she found out.

I roll my shoulders back, trying to relieve some of the tension. “I’m asking you because you seem to forget that as my personal assistant, it is your job to assist me. That means you bring me the right lunch if I ask you to get my lunch.”

A pink flush crawls across her cheeks as she glares daggers at me. “I have a lunch break, too. I asked you if there was anything else you needed before I left. You said no. And then you waited until I was in the middle of eating my lunch to demand that I get you food.”

She may never again make me another cup of coffee without soy sauce in it.

It’s a risk I’m willing to take as I waver between how much worse I’m about to make this entire situation.

“I’m going to need you to work late Friday. I have to be in court on Monday, and a lot of prep work still needs to be done.”

Cora’s mouth drops open before her gaze turns suspicious. “Why does it have to be Friday? Can’t we meet up during the weekend or something?”

“No, we can’t. I have other plans for the weekend, so I need to get everything done by Friday.”

She shifts her weight to one side, cocking her hip and crossing her arms. “I can’t. I have plans that night. I’ll ask one of the associates to stay late and help you prep.”

There is no reason that an associate couldn’t stay back and help me prep… but I want her to stay.

“Cora, I don’t want an associate to help me. You know the cases. You’ve spent time setting up meetings and skimming through contracts before they reached my desk. You’re more valuable to me and my prep than an associate.”

She rakes a hand through her hair. “I told you—I have plans. I can’t just cancel them because you want to be stubborn about who works with you.”

Sometimes, I hate how well she knows me.

I never thought she would do that until she started working here. Before, I thought we were two people who had been around each other a lot when we were younger but weren’t overly fond of each other.

Since she started working here, it’s become clear that she pays more attention to me than I’ve ever given her credit for.

“I’ll pay you triple whatever your hourly rate is for the day.”

Cora wavers for a second before dipping her head. She doesn’t hesitate much longer at my offer. “Fine. I’ll be here Friday night.”

Though this may be taking advantage of her financial difficulties, I don’t care. I’ll spend the damn money and more to keep her from going on a date that day.

My wife and I have things to discuss, and she will stay late Friday with me one way or another.

Chapter nine

Cora

I should really be at home right now, shaving my legs before sliding into a little black dress for my night out with my friend Theo and his band.

Instead, I’m staring at the mountain of case files on the desk in front of me, trying to figure out how to get out of working with Griffin.

I don’t know why he wanted me to be the one to stay late with him.

A part of me thinks he wants to ruin my Friday night fun, but there is no way he could know about that.

It’s frustrating how he effortlessly ruins everything.

I sigh and grab a file, kicking off my heels as the last lawyer leaves for the day and replacing them with the slippers I keep beneath my desk.

Griffin looks up from the files in front of him as I walk into his office and shut the door.

The janitors will be up to clean soon, and I don’t want to be disturbed by the sound of the floor being polished.

I drop the case file onto Griffin’s desk before dropping into the seat across from him. “So, have you filed an annulment yet?”

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