Page 2 of The Greek Billionaire's Rejected Secretary

"Thou shalt protect your billionaire employer from gaining an even bigger ego than he already has...at all costs."

"I must've missed reading that in the rule book. Then again, shouldn't I be the one making up the rules—"

Shayla cuts me off, saying, "I almost forgot. You have four interviews scheduled tomorrow."

"I'm certain you mean two," I drawl.

My secretary looks at me in concern. "Shall I also schedule an appointment with Dr. Timms? Memory problems are to be expected in your advanced age."

"I'm only five years older than you."

Shayla pretends not to hear this and busies herself with her tablet.

This is typical of her, too, and if she weren't so damn good as a secretary, I would've fired her a long time ago.

In the back of my mind, I have a list of about a thousand things I need to attend to. But instead I find myself studying my secretary for some inexplicable reason. Ponytail and the granny glasses. Crisp white shirt under a shapeless pantsuit. And shoes so clunky they could be a murder weapon for someone with perfect aim.

Shayla glances up. "Do you need anything, Mr. Kontides?"

"I'm curious," I murmur. "Would you have gone out with that bondsman if I hadn't shown up?"

"No."

"Why?"

She adjusts her glasses. "Because I don't date."

"Why?"

She frowns. "Whydo you ask?"

"Why don't you want to answer me?"

Shayla crosses her arms over her chest. "Are you feeling alright, Mr. Kontides?"

"Don't call me that."

"That being...yourname?"

"You've worked for me for nine years. Call me Adriano."

"That would be inappropriate."

"Says who?"

"Says standard professional protocol." The limo cruises to a stop in front of our office, and she's out in a flash.

Typical.

But for some reason, I feel irritated—agitated even—as I follow her through the lobby. Shayla is the only woman in my life who treats me like this. The only woman who dares answer me back. The only one who doesn't care to dropanythingto accommodate my whims.

It's infuriating.

And infuriatingly refreshing.

Just like the way she now has me running, just to make it to the elevator—

"Seriously?"

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