Before anyone can catch me staring, I hurry on past the glass walls that separate us, only to be stopped when the door opens and Brayden calls out my name.
“Could you come in here please? I want you to meet Terry.”
His voice doesn’t disclose anything, like whether or not he’s aware of the fact that his business partner and I have been sexting.
Twisting my hands around the strap of my bag, I walk slowly into the conference room. Alex doesn’t meet my eyes, but the other man — Terry, I presume — stands up and extends his hand to me. He’s older and has a kind face, a slight paunch, and a gold ring on his finger. He shakes my hand briskly before sitting back down.
“Terry here has been our in-house accountant since the beginning. I’ve brought him up to speed on what you’ve found so far with respect to the issues at Fortune, but I was hoping you two could work together on how to establish definitive proof of Zeke’s theft, as well as plan how we can recover from this.”
I sneak a glance over at Alex. He still hasn’t said a word and won’t meet my eyes. Okay then, I guess we’re playing it safe at the office. I’m not entirely sure how to feel about that. On one hand, I appreciate him not being a slimeball like Maxwell was, but on the other hand, it’s hard to reconcile this man with the one who was kissing me so passionately just an hour ago.
“I must admit with some shame that I didn’t catch on to Zeke’s actions earlier,” Terry says ruefully, turning to me. “But I’m very happy to work with you, and hopefully learn from you. Your eye for fraud investigations is admirable.”
I smile at him, hoping to ease his discomfort. “Thanks, Terry. The truth is, it was only easy to spot because you keep such clean records. The discrepancy was obvious if you know where to look.”
Brayden stands up, and Alex follows suit.
“Great, well, you two can use this room all day if needed. Keep me posted on your progress.”
As the two men leave, Alex stops in the doorway and turns back.
“Savannah, when you have a moment to spare, please come to my office so I can discuss another matter with you.”
What the hell doesthatmean?
When Terry and I take a break around lunch time, I head to Alex’s office. My palms are sweaty, and I can’t stop biting my lip. My imagination has run wild with ideas about why he wants to see me, and I can only hope the reality is half as good as some of the fantasies.
His low voice rumbles at me to come in when I knock on his office door, and when I enter, he finally looks at me and smiles.
“Close the door, love.”
Anticipation coils in my belly at those four words, and I hurry to comply. By the time I hear the snick of the door closing, I can sense him at my back. He radiates heat and pheromones, and my body responds instantly with a tightening in my core and a rush of wet heat between my legs. I may need to start keeping a spare pair of panties in my purse if I’m going to work with him for much longer.
I turn around slowly, and he’s right there. I take my time, letting my eyes slowly travel up the length of his body, taking in how heavy he’s breathing, and his pulse beating fast in his throat. I watch in fascination as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down when he swallows. Before my eyes can reach his face, his lips are covering mine.
