Page 20 of The Wrong Guy

He chuckles. “My little flower, I would be billing your brother. Do you think he would like to know he’s paying me to eat with you?”

My face turns hot. Am I paying for an escort? Is that what this is? An unsteady feeling fills my body, and I’m getting antsy in my seat. Being with him now is just making me feel dirty. I feel like I’m doing something wrong. I’m not too fond of it.

“I think I need to get going,” I throw out as casually as possible.

Stavros puts his hand up to stop me. “What just happened here?”

I take a deep breath and shrug my shoulders. “Nothing. I’m fine. It is just been an emotional day. Thank you for lunch.”

I’m getting out of the seat and grabbing my purse. I’m happy the office is near here so I can walk back to my new car.

Stavros doesn’t let me get very far when he’s stopping me before I can leave the restaurant. I try to dodge him so he doesn’t get to me, and when I think I have made it past him, his hands grip my waist pulling me back against his heated chest.

To an onlooker, this looks like a romantic move. To me, this just proves how much power he has over me, and I’m not sure if I’m turned on or if I’m scared. The truth is, I don’t know him at all, and I’m afraid to admit I want him.

With his hands still holding my waist, he turns us so he’s walking to the back of the restaurant. I see a door off to the side and then he’s opening it with a thumbprint.

The room is dark at first, and then the light automatically turns on. Stavros’s leading me to a couch off to the side of a seemingly non-descript room. When my legs meet it, he lets me go, and I immediately turn to sit down. I’m looking at Stavros from where I’m seated and directly cross my legs. There is heat pooling between my thighs, and I’m worried he’s going to know about it.

“Why did you run?” Stavros looks at me with intention. A slight glint glows just briefly for me to see he won’t hurt me.

I should be scared of being in a room like this with a man I don’t know much. A man that three minutes ago, I tried to run out on.

I want to lie to him, but something in his demeanor tells me he will call me out. “I don’t feel comfortable with this. I’m not the girl you think I am,” I admit.

He walks over to a chair off to the side of the room directly toward the couch. His larger-than-life body fills the chair, and his legs being spread draws my attention to his muscular thighs.

I’m a mess.

“Why don’t you feel comfortable?”

Even though his words are simple, the answer to his question isn’t. In fact, answering him is difficult because there are too many conflicting emotions between my heart and brain.

“Look, you’ve had your fun. You’re my divorce attorney. Things like this don’t happen to me,” I spit out.

He steeples his fingers in front of his face and gives me a wicked smirk. “What exactly do you mean?”

I twirl my finger in my hair and look to the side of the room to get solace from his prying eyes. His eyes can see everything I’m thinking, which scares me. I can’t believe I’m this easy to read.

“I’m going to ask you one more time. I want the truth, Audrina. What exactly do you mean?”

His concise words do not allow me much room to ignore him.

“I’m not one of those girls who starts a secret fling with her divorce attorney. I’m not this kind of girl at all. In fact, I’m actually pretty boring. You’ve had your fun; please let me go.”

Chapter Thirteen

Stavros

Audrina is right about one thing. She’s not the kind of girl who will begin an affair with someone she just met, and that is what makes me want her. I want her because she’s different, and she doesn’t see my success as a paycheck for her.

She’s the kind of girl I want.

I keep my demeanor as relaxed as possible, but by Audrina painting herself in a light that is not true, this pisses me off.

“My little flower. You’re the kind of girl I’ve been wanting and waiting for.”

Her eyes widen as she gazes into my eyes. She doesn’t say anything, but her silence is enough for me to know I have her where I want her.

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