Page 147 of Savage Suit
“We both fucked a random stranger and because life is such a comedian, it was each other. My boss. Your employee.”
He averted his gaze for a moment, then shoved his hands into his pockets. “We need to talk,” he repeated, his low timbre making my body betray me. My nipples hardened, pressing against the thin material of my shirt.
I was afraid. I was afraid I’d reveal too much. It was hard enough pretending he didn’t fascinate me, that from the moment we met, I hadn’t stopped thinking about him. As much as I tried.
“There’s nothing to say, Noah.”
He laid a hand against the door before it shut.
“Work isn’t a suitable setting to discuss our sex life, but we either talk here or we talk there. Your choice, Ms. Hagen.”
“Do you think popping up at my apartment unannounced is appropriate?”
“Maybe not unannounced, but it is better than the office.”
“You’d get me fired to have your way?”
“I’m the boss, sweetheart. I’m the only person who can fire you,” he said, sounding genuinely amused.
“Everyone else can just make me fucking miserable.”
He frowned. “Who else do I need to fire?”
I laughed at his joke. His serious expression killed my humor. I blinked in disbelief and thought of Megan Buford. “You fired her?”
“And had her visa revoked,” he said without apology.
“Why?”
“She gave Ingrid Warrington the information about your father.”
“Why would she have me investigated in the first place?”
“She didn’t. I did,” he said without apology, needing no clarification about the identity ofher.
Anger rose in me. “Fucking asshole. That’s an invasion of privacy.”
“No. It’s how I operate, especially now considering the fiasco of my mother’s perfume and fighting for the Amage account.”
“That’s a misuse of my personal information. Social security number. Birthdate. Everything.”
“With or without that data, I can have you or anyone investigated, Ryan. It makes it harder with only a name. Each additional piece helps. Name and address, for instance.”
“Lovely,” I sneered. “You investigate people at-will to satisfy your overwhelming curiosity.”
“About you, yes. But knowledge is handy when someone is on my hit list.”
“No matter how I feel, you won’t care, so it doesn’t matter in the grand scheme. It’s bad enough you know so much about me, but you’ve also made it available to everyone else.”
“She got to it because of Reid. He oversees my investigations into potential employees.”
“Reid is just a wellspring of personal information,” I said sarcastically.
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing,” I huffed, quickly changing the subject. “I don’t understand you. I will not be at your company very long, yet you fired Megan because of me?” The idea baffled me, and I needed confirmation.
“That’s right,” he confirmed. “She used information, unauthorized to her, to humiliate you.”
