Her Greek Romance aka Greek Encounter by Mona Risk

Ireny and Sophia rushed to dab the wetness on Stefano’s pants with eager pats, while Ted and Anton hardly suppressed amused grins.
    “Enough.” His voice menacing, Stefano snatched the napkins and flapped them in the air.
    “We are just helping you,” Ireny explained with a nervous laugh.
    In spite of herself, Ashley chuckled, and then controlled her expression. “Maybe you should use a hair dryer. It’ll work better and faster.”
    “Ashley.” Stefano narrowed his eyes.
    Not ready to be intimidated, she shrugged and walked to the door. “Anyway, I have to leave now.”
    “Don’t you dare,” Stefano called after her.
    Ignoring the exclamations of protest, she slammed the door behind her, and strode toward the elevator. The office door opened again.
    “Ashley, I said I’m going to drive you.” Stefano’s authoritative tone brought back the morning scene.
    “Go to hell, Mr. Kostapoulos.” She stepped inside the elevator.
    “What? Ashley—” The closing doors cut off the rest of his sentence. When the elevator stopped in the lobby, she found Stefano waiting for her. His arms crossed over his chest, his legs apart, he blocked her way. “We have to talk. Now.”
    She raised her palm to stall him and shook her head. “You’re wet. Don’t you want to change?”
     “Wet or not, I will say my piece.” He cupped her elbow. “Come.”
    “Let me go.” She jerked her arm to free herself. To no avail. “Let me go or else—”
    “You don’t have a drink in hand to throw at me.”
    “That was your fault.”
    “Fine, but now you can scream all you want. You can try to hit me, or scratch, or bite, but you will listen to what I have to say.”
    She released a long sigh and hissed. “Don’t think I’ll forgive you after you sweet talk me.”
    He smiled. “I won’t sweet talk you. All I ask is the chance to present my case, Counselor Sheppard.”
    She didn’t smile but glanced at her elbow still incased in his firm grip. “Are you going to walk in the street with those wet clothes?” With a tilt of her head, she pointed at his crotch. “People may think—”
    “The hell with what people think. We’re going to talk now.”
    “You won’t let go.”
    “Ashley, you have the right to be upset, but all I ask is a few minutes of your time. Is that too much to ask?” The dark glimmer in his eyes sent a tingle of awareness right down to her toes.
    Obviously, there was no easy way to get rid of Stefano Kostapoulos when he wanted something. She’d rather talk than spend another minute trapped by his gaze.
    “Fine, walk me to my hotel and say what you have to say. Quickly.” She tugged at his arm. He let her go and followed her out of the building.
    “Ashley—” He started, but she shrugged.
    “Do you expect me to believe more lies?”
    “Would you like to put me under oath, Counselor?” Frustration oozed from the tight set of his jaws. “Here, I swear to tell the truth.”
    “All the truth and nothing but the truth?” Slung by its straps over her shoulder, her purse bounced at the same rate as her crisp steps.
    “Yes, satisfied?” With a groan of exasperation, Stefano nodded.   
    “You’re the one who asked for this.” Chin high, eyes staring straight ahead, she strode the sidewalk. “Did you or did you not already know I was your enemy’s granddaughter when you invited me to your yacht?”
    “But—”
     “Remember, you’re under oath.” Energy surged through her. She’d give him a demonstration of her cross examination technique he wouldn’t forget easily.
     “Yes, I knew who you were but—”
    “Did you or did you not want to delay me and prevent me from attending the hearing?”
    “Yes, but—”
    “Did you or did you not abstain from giving me your phone number for fear I would recognize your name?”
    “Yes, yes, but—”
    “Did you or did you not already know you’d be in the courtroom when you said you’d wait for me outside after the