54 • Just Say Yes

◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆

"I know some French recipes. I mean, a dozen at least."

"Yeah?"

"They're not too complicated." Adreana spoke with a restrained smile as I led her outside, walking her through the wide hallway. The random topic switch from that fake marriage agreement to her culinary skills lightened the tension between us, eventually forcing us out of the conference room.

We lapsed into silence and stepped into the empty elevator. She leaned against the silver rail, carrying a leather handbag while I held my work tablet. I pressed the topmost button on the panel beside me. We reached the 29th floor after the awkward small talk about French dishes I didn't like, and the local ones I could make from scratch.

"Of course," she murmured, grinning again. "You're more Italian than American."

"Most of the time. But, pretty sure you're a better cook." I led her straight into my office. The only four corners I could call my own in this building. My office wasn't big and extravagant, but pri