Page 100 of His Rules

“No, I’m not. At the new company of course.”

“Another plus. What are the negatives?”

“He’s my boss,” I told her.

“There’s that, but if true love is involved, the working relationship could easily be rectified. Don’t allow that to stand in your way of happiness.”

“Ugh. I know.” I threw my head back, placing my hand over my eyes. “I just don’t like feeling used.”

“No one does. Call him on the carpet and see how he handles it. The measure of a man isn’t just in the size of his dick, but in his ability to grovel.”

I snorted. “That is the most profound thing you’ve ever said.”

“Thank you very much.”

“How good of a hacker are you?” I asked on a whim.

Her sly smile didn’t surprise me. Nothing about her talents did any longer. “How deep do you want to dive?”

“There has to be a paper trail of some kind. Drake was acting very weird when I tried to take files.”

She shrugged. “Easy peasy. As long as his passcode isn’t a million letters and numbers long. I checked that hotel for you.”

“You did?”

“I’m not just a pretty face.”

“And?”

“And if he was meeting someone in a room, he used a different name. Dead end there.”

“Shit,” I growled. “Following him sounds like a plan.”

“Unless he’s too cagey for that.”

She was right. Drake knew Sebastian was breathing down his neck. “Maybe there’s some odd connection with Waterhouse Industries to World Hospitality Corporation. Doesn’t the state keep records of the registered agent and the boards of directors?”

“Yeah, but they could easily lie.”

“And I wouldn’t put it past him. There’s too much money at stake.”

The doorbell was jarring and I immediately snapped my head toward the door. “I can’t be seen by anyone.”

“Well, put your wig on. I’ll get the door. Run and hide in the kitchen, scaredy cat.”

I replaced the glass of wine in my hand with the wig, scampering around the end of the coffee table into the kitchen.

“Hi,” I heard Stephanie say less than a minute later.

“Is she here?” The deep and demanding male voice sent shivers down my spine.

“Who are you talking about and who are you?”

“Stephanie, you know who I am and why I’m here. Now, answer the question. I need to see Kacey.”

“Only if you apologize,” Stephanie insisted. “You hurt her tremendously and that woman doesn’t deserve it. She’s a kind and loving person and for some crazy reason she’s fallen hard for you. I’m appalled a man of your stature and I’m not talking about inches here would treat anyone the way you have.”

I knew I should have stopped Stephanie in the middle of her tirade, but I couldn’t help myself. I longed to hear his comeback. If he flew off the handle, I’d have my answer and do my best to remove myself from dealing with him ever again.

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