Page 104 of Falling for the Boss's Son

She released a sigh as he gathered her against his chest, spooning her. Her ass was cradled against his hips, exactly where it was supposed to be.

He rested his head on his pillow, one arm above his head, and closed his eyes as his other hand cupped her naked breast. This was about as perfect as life could get.

The next morning, there weren’t any new messages from Craig or his dad. He didn’t know if that meant they didn’t have anything, or if they just hadn’t shared it with him.

Jesse walked Cassie to her desk. “No going up to the sixth floor alone.”

“I won’t.”

He wanted to kiss her, but he knew that would create even more office drama. “I’ll see you at lunch.”

“Um. I have a lunch meeting today.”

He raised an eyebrow in question.

“All the assistants go out for lunch once a month.”

A memory from his teenage years popped into his head. He’d come to work with his dad not long before he’d left for Europe and his assistant at the time, Martha, had gone to lunch with the other administrative assistants. His dad had said it was great for building teamwork between the support staff.

Jesse nodded. “Text me when you get back to your desk.”

She cocked her head to the side as if trying to figure out what he was thinking. “Okay.”

Before he could do something he shouldn’t, Jesse turned and made his way to the elevator.

He was sitting at his desk two hours later when there was a knock on the door. Considering Stephanie hadn’t called to let him know someone was here to see him, he assumed it was her. “Come in.”

It wasn’t. His father’s head of security strolled into Jesse’s office and closed the door behind him.

Jesse stood. “Did you find something?”

Craig shook his head. “Not yet. I had to be discreet when placing the cameras last night. I didn’t want to spook whoever it is before we get a face. They might move their things and then we’re back to square one.”

Although Craig hadn’t been directly involved in the accounting mess Jesse had walked into or the missing contract, he was aware of them. Especially given he oversaw security for not only the building, but his father’s personal security as well.

Craig crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I’ve been thinking about everything that has happened over the last year and what’s happened since you’ve taken over the department.”

Jesse sat back down. “I took over after the pervious manager failed to deliver a balanced set of numbers for multiple quarters.”

“Yes, but who compiles those numbers?”

It only took Jesse a few moments to realize where he was going with his line of thought, and he didn’t like it. His defenses went up. “Cassie’s not responsible for the numbers not adding up.”

“No. Not Cassie.”

Jesse relaxed. “Then…” He let his mind drift. “You’re thinking it was Travers’s assistant?”

“I think it’s possible. I never liked Travers, but he didn’t strike me as a thief. Neither did Crystal, but I could see her fudging numbers if she had an incentive.” He paused. “Or if someone was putting some pressure on her. Travers implied as much when he was let go.”

“That’s a lot of ifs.”

“Which is why I haven’t said anything to your father. I need more proof.”

Another lightbulb went off in Jesse’s head. “What do you need from me?”

“I’m thinking you and I aren’t likely to get any information if we start asking questions, but maybe your assistant. Or Miss Ross would.”

“I won’t put Cassie or Stephanie in danger.” The thought of intentionally putting any woman in harm’s way made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

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