Page 6 of Dirty Intentions

CHAPTER FOUR

Shane

I watched Eric come off the elevator doors. He took off the mask and gave me a smile before his gaze flicked over to my guest.

“Daniella. That’s not you, is it?”

She ripped the pink wig off her head, letting auburn locks flow down her back and making it clear she was the person he’d guessed.

She was even prettier without the wig, with her natural dark red hair cascading down her back in waves, but it was the fire in her eyes which made her stunning. Although I’d hauled him up here wanting answers about his alleged stealing—he was acting as my accountant, after all—like a sick voyeur, I was riveted to the spot. I wanted to find out what would happen once she confronted him over the cheating.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Eric asked, still clearly in shock.

“Shouldn’t that be my question for you?”

She was calm. I’d give her that.

“I, uh, I mean some people from the office—we were working late and—”

“Oh, my God. Even now you lie. After I saw you getting fucked in the ass by some guy ten minutes ago.”

Eric went pale at her remark, and I have to say it made me happy. I’d never really liked the guy on a personal level and wasn’t surprised to find he was a cheater. The question was whether he was a thief. If he was, I was going to break his face.

“What do you expect? You’re boring as hell in the bedroom. No boobs, no adventure—”

“No cock,” she supplied, arching a brow.

At least she wasn’t about to let him insult her. There was no way it couldn’t have stung, though, especially after my earlier comment.

“As enlightening as it would be to hear you two go back and forth all night, I don’t have the time. But I do have a vested interest in bringing you up here, Eric.”

His gaze shifted to me, and I could see it. The nervousness. “Uh, what’s that?”

“Are you stealing from me?”

“No. No way, Shane.”

I raised a brow at his familiarity.

“I mean Mr. Nelson, sir.”

“Did you steal from her?”

His eyes got big, and he turned red. “No. She’s my fiancée.”

“Not any more I’m not.”

She took off the ring and tossed it onto a nearby table. If she’d been smart, she would’ve used it for leverage to ensure he returned her money first, but I stayed quiet. And in fact, before he could step over to grab the considerably sized diamond ring, she snatched it up.

“Return my money, and you can have it back.”

“What? That ring is worth over ten grand. All precedents says the man gets the ring back if an engagement is broken.”

Dumbass. But then again, this was the most amusement I’d had in weeks.

“I’m aware of what legal precedents says. However, if the man owes her seventy-five thousand dollars, the ring can be held as collateral. I want it all returned.”

“It was to go towards a house, so good luck proving anything.”

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