The Laws of Love

Chapter 7

He did not hear the sigh of his secretary and the comment of the one who accompanied him, because just as he turned towards the entrance of the meeting room, he intercepted the only male figure that was crossing the corridor in his direction.

Yuri remained at the doors of the office, more surprised because it had taken her so little to recognize him than because of her internal reaction. The irritation didn't catch her off guard. She suspected that if she ever ran into him again, he would tell her four things for cheating on her at a vulnerable moment.

It was him. The scoundrel who pretended to be the deputy head of the insurance company for reasons yet to be determined, and who didn't interrupt her while she was explaining her pathetic situation. The perfect actor. She wouldn't have found out if Allen hadn't called her to close the deal and insist that she hadn't sent anyone to the firm. She spent the next few days freaking out wondering why the hell she would have done that. Was he bored? Did you find it funny?

It shouldn't have bothered him so much. After all, it wasn't anyone important, nor was it information that could be used against him. But it had hurt all the same, because the man in question was…was…let's just say he was attractive enough that it was impossible for her to disguise the powerful urge to touch him, just to find out if he was real. It was always a shock to have to admit that the most handsome men were the least recommendable, and that one was nailed to Jason Morgan, the model that made her drool on I*******m.

She could get along like the cat and dog with the masculine gender and be unable to hook up with someone, but she was sensitive to the charms of others, and this guy, walking towards her casually, brought them all together. It had been a few months since they first met, and since then, Yuri had thought of him fleetingly. Most of the time, wondering why she allowed herself to be locked in a room with the smell of ammonia and pretended to be someone else, if she was trying to manipulate her or get any information from her. He wouldn't have been the first to use it to get to Caleb. He had numerous competitors for having emerged as a prestigious lawyer in a very short time. But apart from that, in the thoughts that he had carried out, Yuri tried to make him less attractive, without suspecting that during the reunion she would teach him a good lesson. This Marc, if that was his real name, showed that his mind was too impotent to keep the memory of his appearance alive.

He didn't look at her too much. He passed by her to access the room with some curious words of welcome.

"Get me an Americano from the cafeteria on the third floor, not from the machine." Sugarfree.

Yuri blinked once. She stared at him as if he had spoken Chinese.

“And does the gentleman want some cookies? A foot massage? Do I also go through the lottery ticket?

The guy, who was almost inside, cocked his head at her. The look he gave her was another shot.

“I don't believe in chance, but if you have money to spare and want to throw it away, go ahead.

“No, I don't have plenty of money, but it seems that you have the cheek.

He arched a blond eyebrow.

“Now the auxiliaries come with built”in personality?

“Sorry?

"Why are you apologizing to me?" You still haven't brought me cold coffee.

Yuri laughed for not grabbing his scruff. What one had to put up with for holding an important position. Although that was not what bothered him; I was used to those micromacho antics.

He had not remembered her .

“I had no idea lawyers are sent here for breakfast. Are we in the world upside down? He craned his neck, giving himself an air of assurance he didn't feel. I'm Yuri Sandoval. I have an interview in half an hour with Victoria Palermo and her client, Mrs. Campbell.

“Mrs. Price. She begs for her maiden deal back while we handle the paperwork,” he corrected, holding her gaze without blinking. And I'm not one to deny my client a treat.

Yuri raised her eyebrows.

"For a lawyer, you seem to have a strong attraction to impersonation." Pretending to be an insurer is easy, but to pass as a woman is going to take more than just lip service. Palermo is the one in charge in this case.

“Change of plans. I am in command. He took a step forward and held out his hand. And I'm not a lawyer. I am the best lawyer.

'It's a pleasure to finally meet you by your real name, Mr 'the best barrister'. Am I allowed to call you something shorter?

He twisted his smile to the left.

"The ancient Muslims did not refer to that side as 'the impure' for nothing."

“Those who dare call me Marc.

"Then I'll be very bold."

"That's obvious from the conversation I was having at my secretary's desk." A very auxiliary talk; I must have confused her for that.

Yuri didn't have to remember what she had been commenting on there with a terrible lack of professionalism. Something about striptease , photos in thong...

It's rude to listen to other people's conversations.

"If you stick around long enough to check it out, you'll find that I can be very rude when I put my mind to it." I imagine you too. What color would the thong be?

She swallowed hard and tried not to let the blush break her fake confidence.

"I hope this is the standard quiz with all opposing counsel, or I'll take you for one hell of a sexist bastard."

"You can take me with whatever you want." I would do it without spices or additives. I'm better naturally.

"How much do you charge per hour?" It is to give me an idea of how much stupidity is paid on this site.

"You're the one who started by mentioning lap dances over my secretary's intercom." I have only adapted to the theme preference of the guest.

"Well, you don't know how sorry I am," he said ironically. I didn't mean to corrupt your thoughts.

His eyes, a deep azure blue, glittered with danger.

“Late.

And he shook his hand sending a brutal shock to the center of his body. Yuri couldn't suppress her shudder and watched with horror as her hair stood on end. He had a warm hand and a flawed executive's grip; he exchanged the severity and firmness for the languor of a seducer, caressing his fingers as he pulled away.