Page 15 of The Wrong Guy

I’m being rushed out of the room before I can ask Derek what he means about this trouble. Has everything been a lie? I’m so confused about everything.

Andreas stayed in the room with Derek while Stavros wrapped his arm around my hips and led me back into his office. His hand is hot on my hip, causing me to want to nuzzle into him. I want to feel the full effect of the man around me.

When we enter his office, he locks the door behind him, and suddenly, his arms are around me. I eagerly allow him to hold me close to him, and I relish the feeling of him. He’s so warm and intoxicating.

His eyes look from my eyes to my lips and back again before he mutters something under his breath. It is a matter of milliseconds before I feel his warm lips on my own. He boxes me into the wall, and I feel like purring.

Stavros’s tongue licks playfully along the seam of my lips, making me open my lips to greet him in a dirty little dance. My hands reach into his hair to pull him closer, and he growls against my lips. His hands drop to my hips and are gripping my flesh through the dress. I’m about to hike up my leg when there’s a bang on the door.

“Shit,” he mutters against my lips. “If we were alone, this would have been better. I’m so fucking sorry for treating you this way.”

My lips sting from the assault he had on my lips, but it is nothing I’m upset about. I’m not mad he pushed himself on me. I feel as if I should write him a thank you note for making me feel alive again. For making me feel desirable again.

Derek always made me feel like I was the fat old woman at the one house at the top of the hill. I didn’t feel as if I was important to him or if he wanted me during the last few years of our marriage.

“Open this door!” Andreas shouts.

Stavros looks from me to the door. “Go to my bathroom and comb out your hair. I’ll talk to your brother.”

And just like that, a giant bucket of water is dropped on my arousal.

I’m looking in the mirror and surprised at my reflection. My lips are swollen from the kissing, but it is something else. I look lighter. Glowy, even. It is strange to see myself looking like this.

“How’s Audrina?” Andreas demands.

Stavros clears his throat. “She’s in my bathroom getting herself together. What happened after we left?”

“Derek’s a dipshit. That rat mother fucker. I will be surprised if he doesn’t touch that money before all this is over.”

My head begins to race again. This nagging thought in the back of my head agrees with Andreas. Derek isn’t going to give up that money.

I start to feel sick to my stomach. This wasn’t about the money in the beginning. This was about getting out of this with some dignity, and now I feel like I don’t have much.

Of course, I did make out with my hot divorce attorney.

Britney would be so proud of me for what I just did. She would tell me it was celebration-worthy. I don’t think my behaving like a bitch in heat is necessarilycelebration-worthy.

As I look at the arousal leave my face, I see a mad woman take her place. I see someone who is pissed and who is getting tired of being pushed around.

I take a deep breath and wipe my face off the excess mascara under my eyes. I need to take back my life. I need to be in control and stop letting Derek think he has the power.

I open the door and immediately fight the warmth which is threatening my cheeks. I cannot let Andreas know about my make-out session with Stavros.

“Tell me what to do,” I inform them. “I don’t want to lose.”

Stavros smiles and points to the seat in front of him. Andreas starts pacing, and I can see he’s thinking of something to say.

“First, we have to up your security at your apartment. I want cameras all around your apartment,” my brother states with conviction.

Usually, I would be happy with how much he cares and might even tell him he’s being too overprotective. However, I don’t know how I would feel about him being able to look at my apartment whenever he wants.

“I want your screens to be reinforced, a new alarm system, and you’re getting a safer car,” Andreas rattles off.

My head is swimming because I don’t have the money to do any of these upgrades. I don’t want to say anything to anyone because I don’t want to seem like a charity case. The last thing I want is to be someone’s charity case.

“Don’t worry about the price. Stav and I know someone who can help install everything. Plus, I already bought you the car,” Andreas informs me while leaning against the office wall.

Stavros hasn’t said anything; I don’t know what he could say. It isn’t as if he’s my boyfriend or anything more than myattorney. Even thinking those words has my heart pounding in my chest.

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