Page 13 of Dirty Intentions

Laughter came from his chest. “I bet. I’ll leave you two. And Daniella, if he’s an asshole to you again, you can always find me at the bar.”

She waited until he went down the stairs to speak again. “What do you want from me, Shane?”

It was a good thing I was sitting down because hearing her call me by my first name had my cock instantly hard. “I need a good accountant, one especially expert at taxes. The IRS is up our ass, and your boss assures me you’re one of the best.”

“I’m a tax attorney, not an accountant.”

“You have a CPA, do you not?”

“I don’t work in Manhattan. I work in New Jersey.”

“But you’re licensed to work in New York, too. I checked. I’ll pay for your accommodation in the hotel next door as soon as they have rooms available. In the meantime, you can take the bedroom here or commute from wherever you’re staying. I’ll need you for at least the next week. I’ve made it very lucrative for your firm, assuring your boss I’ll pay double time for the short notice.”

I knew she was caught between a rock and a hard place.

“It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow, so I can come back the day after Christmas to get started.”

“This is time sensitive.”

She was incredulous. “Meaning you want me to work through the holiday?”

“Did you have other plans?” It was a dick question considering those plans had most likely been with her ex-fiancé. But I wasn’t exaggerating when I said it was urgent. If I didn’t get my numbers fixed by the first of the year, we could be screwed at tax time.

“Fine. I’ll stay here until the hotel opens up. But my things are at a hotel in Jersey City.”

“I’ll have Chad go fetch them.” And bring them to the bedroom where I slept when I didn’t make it home, which was a lot these days. The idea of her using my bed made it all the more appealing to fuck her. But I wasn’t giving in to the temptation.

Although I might picture pounding into Ms. Daniella Trivoli until she screamed my name, there were three things keeping me from acting.

One, she was rebounding from her douche bag ex-fiancé. Although I was an asshole in my own right, I wasn’t the type who tried to be one on purpose or who wanted to deal with the fallout of a rebound.

Two, I desperately needed to get the mess of accounting in front of me fixed before it screwed over this club on account of both taxes and losses.

And lastly, she wasn’t the type of girl up for a quick fuck. She had strings written all over her. I’d learned to be crystal clear in my intentions.

“Hand over your key and jot down the hotel name and room number. I’ll have everything transferred here.”

“Actually, I have an appointment first, but I can come back after.”

I narrowed my eyes. She could be trying to find a way to get back to her office and out of the assignment. “What appointment?”

I didn’t expect the answer she gave me.

“I need to get tested. Despite Eric insisting he used condoms elsewhere, I don’t want to take any chances.” Her neck turned red with her admission.

My voice showed my sympathy for her situation. “I have an in-house person who can do that for you here. We insist on the staff getting tested monthly. It would be done discreetly, and you’d have the results by tomorrow.”

“Thank you. That would be better than the humiliation of going to my gynecologist hoping they have a walk-in available.”

“I’ll set it up while you get started here and have her come up when she’s ready.” I slid a notepad and pen to her.

She wrote down the name of her hotel, the Doubletree in Jersey City, along with the room number. “My car is there, too, as I took the train into the city.”

“I’ll have it brought over, as well.” I watched her now write down the description of the gray Honda Accord. Practical, just like her.

She handed over her keycard and the car keys. “Fine. Thank you.”

I stood up, offering her my seat.

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