“Dinner at our place tonight?”
“I wish. I’ll let you know if I get out of here.”
He raised a brow. “It’s Friday.”
“I know.” I waved him off.
I’d buried myself in the code and the numbers all week because I couldn’t stop thinking about Saturday, but at the same time, I hadn’t heard from him. Sure, Mistress Vivienne had checked in, as had Micah, but Sir had not. Even with the flowers I'd received Sunday evening with a note reading,Thank you, Pet. - Sir.
Monday was fine, but when I hadn't heard from him by Wednesday, it had left me feeling like I hadn’t been good enough. He hadn’t had sex with me, but I’d had the best orgasms of my life. I wanted more, but if I were to contact him, what would I say?
I miss you, please fuck me into next week before my boss kills me with work.
Had I misunderstood? I’d assumed “training” meant more than one night, but maybe he’d had his fill. Maybe that was all it had ever been to him.
All I knew was that I wanted more.
Too much, probably.
I shoved the thoughts back where they belonged and forced myself to focus on the numbers. Patterns made sense. Data made sense.
People—especially the ones with power over me—did not.
And right now, I hated my boss.
Chapter 12
Sebastian
"You could have said it," I snapped as I paced the length of Ethan's office. It was on the opposite side of the top floor and slightly smaller than mine, but I needed space from Ms. Rhodes. Which meant when I'd gotten back from my lunch with one of our clients, I'd come here instead of my office until she clocked out.
“And so could you.” Ethan dragged a hand through his hair. “I’m pissed this happened under my watch. It’s my ass if we don’t fix it.”
"How do you think I fucking feel?” Victor strode in and plopped down in the chair across from Ethan's desk. "We all fucked up."
I stopped pacing and looked at my two best friends.
Victor gave a nervous chuckle. "Yeah—and a junior analyst uncovered all of it."
"She's a level two." I corrected automatically. But she wasn’t just that. She’d caught what the CEO, CFO and CSO had all missed.
"Are we sure she didn't have anything to do with this?" Ethan pulled open his bottom drawer and took out three glasses and some of his aged whiskey.
I shook my head as Ethan poured the drinks and handed us each one. I opened my mouth to shut the idea down, but Victor beat me to it.
“Had my guy run her. She’s as boring as it gets. Not even a parking ticket.”
I nearly choked on the sip of whiskey. Both of them paused, watching me, but I sank into the chair as if nothing happened.
If only they knew her like I did, they wouldm’t think that. Then again, I'd have to kill them, but that was neither here nor there.
"So that's four people we know we can trust." I pulled out my phone and pulled up our last email conversation.
"I'd like to bring in Micah,” Victor added, leaning back.
"Did he know about the clause?" I asked. The list of people we knew we could rely on was painfully small.
“He wasn't here and didn't see it himself. He only told Ms. Rhodes the steps she should take." Victor tossed back the rest of his drink and poured another.
