Page 17 of The Greek Billionaire's Rejected Secretary

"Thanks."

Then he goes back to reading his case file, and I go back to obsessing-not-obsessing over my boss.

"All rise."

The bailiff's booming voice nearly makes me jump, but it's also a distraction I desperately welcome. Something to occupy my mind,finally.

"The Honorable Judge Conchita Samson presiding."

For the next three hours, I watch Adriano do what he does best—command a courtroom. While the other counsel seems to have an arsenal of tricks up in his sleeve (and doesn't hesitate to use it), Adriano's voice remains perfectly cool. Not once does he raise his voice. He never does, actually (except for the time he found out I lied about being married. And divorced. But again, that's a completely different thing.)

Adriano in lawyer mode has always been a secret joy of mine. It's like watching an episode ofSuits,but live. And just in case you're wondering, the answer isno.

I never saw myself as Meghan Markle...since she never had the hots for Harvey.

But I digress...again.

When the lunch recess is called, Adriano tells me he's invited the opposing counsel to lunch (typical) and that he needs me to join them (also typical...not).

"Lissa wants you there," he says simply.

"I understand." When he puts it that way, it's not like I have any other choice. I turn to leave, but he suddenly catches my wrist, and his touch is pure and forbidden...fire.

I yank my hand out of my hold and pretend not to notice the way my boss stiffens at my reaction.

"Yes, Mr. Kontides?"

"We need to talk."

"About what?"

"Do you have plans tonight?"

"I do." I absolutely have zero qualms about lying right now. Anything to escape being alone with him, and especially after office hours.

"Cancel them."

Typical Adriano.

The courtroom door swings open, and Ms. White enters with her junior associate. Saved by opposing counsel. That's a first.

"Adriano!" She extends a well-manicured hand. "That was quite the performance this morning. But don't think I'm rolling over."

"I'd be disappointed if you did." His charm switches on instantly. "We have a table at Rufino's. Shayla will join us, as requested."

Lissa turns to me with a warm smile. "Excellent! I've heard so much about you. The woman who keeps the great Adriano Kontides on schedule and on his toes."

"If you're interested in pirating me right under my boss's nose, I would love to consider—-"

"Shut up, Shayla."

Lissa laughs. She obviously thinks I was just joking, but I wasn't. And so did my boss, apparently, if his glare is anything to go by.

ADRIANO

A private room is ready for our use when we get to Rufino's, and Lissa doesn't even wait for us to get seated when she starts talking.

Typical.

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