Page 19 of The Wrong Guy

I can’t believe how quickly I agreed to this, and now I’m sitting in a beautiful restaurant with a beautiful man. I would never have expected this to be my life.

Stavros sits back in his chair, and it is like nothing happened. I’m surprised how easy it is to just sit here with a man who is so intimidating yet charming. He could charm anyone with the way he looks at me.

His phone rings, and I hear him swear under his breath. He answers it. “This is Stavros.” He pulls a notebook from his pocket, and I see him grab a pen. The female voice coming through the line makes me want to stab her.

What is wrong with me? Of course, I know he’s a divorce attorney, and I’m sure he has female clients. What Russell said before we left the office filters through my mind. Am I just another client he has seduced?

I’m trying to push the thoughts out of my head as he continues conversing with the woman. There is no other way to say this, and I can’t deny it. I’m jealous of other women gettinghis attention. I don’t have any claim on him, which is already becoming too much.

I take a deep breath as I grab my water goblet. I chugged the ice-cold liquid and tried to calm myself down. I had never been jealous of Derek’s relationships with other women. Maybe I should have been jealous since he was the one who was cheating on me.

I’m wondering if I should tell Stavros he’s only the second man I have kissed.

I cut into my steak- which is cooked perfectly and deliciously- and then take a bite. After I finished chewing, Stavros hung up the phone and wrote the time in the notebook.

He was on the phone for a few minutes, but I can tell he is still planning to bill for this conversation.

“Everything okay?” I ask while trying to sound like I’m not a jealous fool.

“Everything’s fine... How is the steak?”

I nod. “It is great. Normally, I don’t like men ordering for me,” I scold. “However, it seems to have worked out in my favor.”

He reaches under the table to touch my thigh. “Eat your lunch. The real fun begins tonight.”

My stomach clenches from anticipation and wanton need. It has been a long time since I have been with someone, and I know I need to do some grooming.

As if he could read my thoughts, Stavros points to his phone. “After you are finished eating, you may go home, and then I will send you the address for tonight.”

“Stavros,” I begin and then stop myself. I’m trying not to be a wet blanket and let myself enjoy this.

He leans over the table and grabs my hand gently. There isn’t any force to this, and I’m happy he’s being gentle with me. Icouldn’t handle anything too forceful now as I’m still trying to figure out my next steps.

“My little flower, there are many things I can bring to your world if you let me. If you’re not interested, let me know.”

My mind is trying to process his sweet words, and I’m trying to separate my heart and the brain, which is currently heating my emotions between my legs.

I don’t consider what is going to happen later. I’m trying to think like a woman who is in control of her emotions and her sexuality. I’m trying to be more like Britney.

“I’m in.”

We eatthe rest of our lunch with little chitchat about our lives and it is mostly me doing the telling. Stavros doesn’t tell me very much about his life. The things he does tell me are rinsed-out tidbits, which are similar to first-date questions. Even though this is technically a business lunch, it feels strangely like a date.

I tell Stavros how our parents made us wear matching outfits until we were in third grade. We weren’t allowed to be in the same classes because our parents wanted us to be separate, for the most part, with our own identity. I also told him my favorite food is Greek food, and then the conversation became more serious.

“How did you meet Derek?”

You would think I would be more comfortable with the man after agreeing to be a booty call. I’m not even sure if people have booty calls anymore or if that is what they are called.

“Uh, are you sure you want to get into this?” I ask with an eyebrow raised.

Stavros asking about Derek is dumping a bucket of cold water on my internal heat flowing through my body.

He nods while taking a drink from his glass. “Of course. I want to know everything about you.”

“Are you going to be billing me for this?” I ask with a little more sass than probably necessary. I’m not sure if it was the alcohol or feeling like a woman that made me come out of my shell a little.

Plus, I like the way I feel around him.

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