Billionaire Lawyer's Secretary - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Elara Langton had just finished her global journey and arrived back in Egeorto at 2 AM. Instead of heading to her apartment, she caught a taxi straight to the swankiest hotel in downtown Landblic.
She hadn't slept a wink the night before and was completely drained. When she got to the hotel, exhaustion hit her like a ton of bricks. She swiped her key card and let herself into room 2201 on the top floor.
Too tired to even glance around the suite, she tossed her suitcase into the entryway, unzipped it right there on the floor, and pulled out a black silk nightgown. Then she made a beeline for the bathroom.
The presidential suite had a bathtub right by the window, perfect for soaking while taking in the dazzling night views of Landblic. The one-way glass added a thrilling sense of privacy.
Suddenly, her curiosity was sparked—there was a small cabinet next to the tub. Most people wouldn't know what was inside, but Elara knew exactly what to expect—she'd seen these setups in plenty of local hotels.
She slipped out of her white dress, opened the cabinet with a flick of her fingers, and her eyes narrowed as she picked out something tempting, tore open the packaging, and stepped into the tub.
Three in the morning, and Adrian was deep in sleep—until something tugged him back to the surface. It was a woman's voice, soft and low, like a whisper in the dark. At first, it was just a gentle hum, barely there, but with an undeniable pull.
He was half-asleep, but the sound wrapped around him, dragging him in. He let himself drift, caught in a hazy half-dream, until the hum grew more insistent and urgent...
His heart started racing, and he jolted awake, every nerve on edge. The moment he opened his eyes, the sound hit a high note and then vanished into silence.
Adrian blinked, trying to focus. The hotel room was dark, the only light coming from the dim yellow glow of the bathroom. Everything looked the same as when he'd drifted off. He started to doubt it was just a dream.
He shook his head, feeling a strange mix of confusion and frustration. He'd always been the type to keep a tight rein on his desires. This kind of dream was new territory.
It had to be the stress, the nonstop work for the past month, his mind and body stretched to the breaking point.
He decided a cold shower might help clear his head. Throwing off the covers, he got out of bed, naked.
The bathroom door was wide open. He stepped inside, his long legs carrying him forward. A white dress on the floor caught his eye, and he frowned, puzzled. He moved closer, and then his gaze landed on the bathtub.
There, a naked woman was lounging inside, her eyes half-closed, her face flushed, and her lips parted as she breathed softly. She looked like a dream, but in the most intoxicating way.
Adrian's face remained impassive, but his heart skipped a beat. He stood there for a moment, making sure this wasn't just another strange dream. Then he spoke, his voice calm but firm, "Who are you?"
Elara was still in a daze, her mind foggy from the afterglow of her little escape. She was halfway to sleep when Adrian's voice startled her. She jerked upright, her eyes wide with surprise as she saw him standing there, his expression unreadable.
He was naked, having just come from bed, and this sent a jolt through Elara. She instinctively covered herself, turning away. She shouted, her voice soft but tinged with panic, "Hey! You creep! Get out."
Her voice was just the same as the one in his "dream"—Adrian's eyes narrowed slightly. "You saw me first," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "And now you're telling me to leave? This is my room."
Elara rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "How shameless!"
"Me, shameless?" Adrian raised an eyebrow. "Who's the one in the bathtub, acting all self-righteous while doing something so indecent?"