Because this man … he’s the husband I’ve always dreamed of.
***
“Going into the office today?” Kane asks with a smirk as he hands me a cup of coffee and eyes the maroon pantsuit I’m wearing, which is a far cry from the workout clothes I usually sport.
“Actually, I saw on the calendar it was Take Your Wife to Work day, so I figured I’d tag along with you.”
He quirks a brow.
“You asked for my help with the books, remember?”
“Oh shit.” He shakes his head. “I didn’t mean you had to do it today. If you have other stuff going on, it can wait. I know you have your studio and?—”
I cover his mouth with my hand and smile. “And my studio will be there tomorrow. Today, I’m going to check your numbers. Besides, I’ve been married to you for months, and I’ve never seen your office.”
Thirty minutes later, we arrive at his office downtown, and afterwe go through security, Kane escorts me to the floor where his office is. I know Jack, but he introduces me to a few other people who work alongside him, and then he directs me to his office.
It’s your typical corner office with a beautiful view of downtown. A huge desk is in the middle of the room. And he has a couple of stuffy-looking couches in the corner as well as a bookshelf, filled with books that would put me to sleep.
I head straight for his desk, dropping into his comfy chair, while Kane stands by the door, smirking at me.
“What?” I ask, shifting to get comfortable.
“Nothing.” He closes the door behind him and stalks over to the desk. “Every time I imagined you in my office, it was so I could fuck you on my desk. Didn’t think when you finally came here, it would be to actually work.”
My eyes go to his large mahogany desk, and my lady parts tingle at the thought of Kane bending me over the side of his desk, pulling my pants and underwear down to my ankles, and taking me from behind. I run my fingers across the cool surface, imagining the way it would feel against my sensitive nipples.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” He grins.
“No,” I rasp, even though we both know I was. “Now, where are these numbers you need me to look at before I change my mind?”
Kane chuckles and steps around the desk and behind the chair, leaning over me so I’m forced to inhale his masculine scent.
“Right here,” he says, waking the computer up. “My hope is that there’s been an error in calculations …”
***
“There’s no error. I’ve gone over the numbers a dozen times, and I’ve traced it back to right here.” I point at the computer. “Your CFO has been siphoning from your accounts for the past month. That’s whyit only popped up for this quarterly report. He was sneaky, but your numbers are so perfect that your team was able to catch it quickly.”
“Fuck,” Kane hisses. “Tell me everything. I need to know exactly what this fucker did so I can fire him.”
I glance at him, shocked that he’s accepting what I said so easily. “You’re not going to ask for a second opinion?”
Kane’s eyes meet mine. “I trust you, Bri. And after you ran the numbers for the better part of the day, if you say my CFO has been stealing from me, I believe you. But I need to have the receipts so I can back myself up when I meet with him.”
We spend the next hour going over what I found. The discrepancies in the books and the trail that led me to an offshore account, which I had Eddy locate and he confirmed it belonged to Jim Wallen, Kane’s CFO.
“I don’t get why he would do this.” Kane exhales a frustrated breath. “He’s paid a damn good salary, plus bonuses. And if he got himself into trouble, he could’ve come to me.”
“I don’t know, but maybe if you talk to him …”
“It’s too late for that. Once you’ve lost my trust, there’s no getting it back.”
“Really?” I quirk a brow. “Seems kind of hypocritical. You fucked up, and you’re asking me for a second chance. Should I never trust you again?”
Kane stares at me for several seconds before he sighs. “Honestly, I wouldn’t blame you if you never trusted me again. I fucked up. But I love you, and I hope, one day, you can let me back in. But you and me … it’s personal. This”—he nods toward the computer—“is business.”
I don’t necessarily agree with his logic, but on a certain level, I can understand where he’s coming from. My brothers would give their wives a million chances if need be and then not think twice about killing a man who betrayed them.
