“You know I’m thorough.” Chad shot him a grin in the rearview mirror. “I staked out her place last night.”
“Two years ago she had a brief relationship with a married man?” asked Colton.
“Scumbag lied,” Chad said. “She dumped him when she found out. She rarely dates, lives alone in Georgetown and works out at a gym near her office. And I told you about Friday happy hours at Sullivan’s.”
“She has Melvin Parsons on retainer,” said Colton. “What’s his practice?”
“Corporate acquisition,” Dez said. “And he’s damn good. One of the best.”
Colton tapped his finger on his leg. “Hmm. That’s notable. Did you find anything?”
“No,” said Chad. “She’s clean.”
“There’s a reason she’s retained an attorney,” Colton said. “Keep digging.”
“Oh, sure, now you want me to.” Chad picked up speed on the G.W. Parkway.
“How old is she?” Taylor asked.
Colton scanned the report. “Twenty-eight.”
“Maybe she married, divorced and changed her name back,” Taylor said.
“That would appear on the report,” Chad said. “There’s literally nothing.”
Taylor glanced at Colton over her shoulder. “Past or no past, I like her.”
Colton scrolled to his calendar. “Taylor, don’t we have some kink lined up for next Friday night?”
“Yes.”
“Push it back a week,” Colton said.
“Let’s cancel it,” Taylor said.
In all the years Taylor had worked for him, she’d never once voiced her opinion or disagreed. Her usual fawnlike nervousness endeared her to him. “Not a fan?”
“Nope.”
“What would you recommend, then?” Colton closed the attachment.
Taylor spun around. “Host anormalparty, Colton. Movie night, casino night.”
“What’s the fun in that?” Colton smiled. “Please move the event to the following Friday.”
“Why the kink?” Taylor asked.
“Because it wouldn’t be Colton if he wasn’t on all thrusters every moment of every day,” Dez said.
Chad laughed. “Good one!”
“Time to spice up Ms. Farnay’s quiet, predictable life, Mitus style,” said Colton. “Taylor, I’m impressed you spoke your mind. A first.” His phone rang. “Mitus.”
“Sethfield, here. Brigit texted me. I understand she’s interviewing next Friday. I’ll email you her earnings details. Suggest a trial period. It’s less intimidating and gives her a little wiggle room.”
He imagined himself balls deep in her while she writhed naked beneath him. “Will do.”
“I did my part,” Seth said. “From here on out, she’s all yours. But you’ve been warned. She’s as strong-willed as she is smart. Handle at your own risk.”
