Page 30 of Enticing the Fixer

I raise my hands in my defense. “Why not?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Her eyes flash. “I’m in my office where my assistant could walk in.”

“I don’t think she’d walk in on that. She seems like a smart woman.”

“Stop.” She shoves out her hand. “We can’t keep doing this. I’m trying to run a business. I don’t have time for distractions.”

“I call it stress relief.” I arch an eyebrow. “You can’t tell me it didn’t feel good.”

She growls under her breath.

“Fine, I’ll stay away.” Why do those words feel wrong? Like I’m ripping off half of my soul and tossing it away. “But I don’t like it. When you’re ready for something else, find me.”

“Something else?” Her brows furrow.

“Yes.” I shrug. “A date. Dinner. Dancing. Or whatever.”

“Are you always so sure of yourself?”

“Well….” Yes, is on the tip of my tongue. I’m not going to lie. Sex and women come easy to me. I have too much money to spend in a lifetime. I’m smart. I don’t have to work to get a woman.

Is that why I’m intrigued by her? Because she doesn’t drop to her knees and beg me to be with her? She’s small and broken but one of the strongest women I’ve ever met. She can tell the truth, unlike anyone I’ve ever met. I admire that about her. And I want to put all her broken pieces back together. I want to slay dragons for her.

Good God, when did I become a green fictional cartoon character?

“Yes. I’m sure of myself. Things tend to come easy for me.” I stop for a second. “That’s not true. I’ve busted my ass for everything I’ve ever gotten. I work hard. I was blessed with a genius IQ and can find computer irregularities in my sleep.”

Her eyes narrow. “Who are you?”

“Just a guy who’s trying to help you. I found a virus that was used to collect clients’ personal data and disabled it, and someone is stealing from your company.” I shove my hands into my pockets and step my feet apart to keep my balance. It will make it harder for her to toss my ass out. “It doesn’t matter what system it is; each entry is off by one cent.”

“What?” Her face is scrunched together as she stares at me in disbelief.

“Someone is stealing from you or moving money into a different account to make it look like you’re stealing money from the company. I haven’t had enough time to figure it out.”

“Get out.” She points at the door as anger flashes in her eyes.

“Kinsley.”

“No.” She shakes her head. “Get out. Get out of my office and get out of the building. I don’t know what you’re doing here or what you’re trying to prove, but I won’t stand for another person to try and discredit me. I’m sick of the games.”

“It isn’t that simple.”

“Yes, it is.”

“You can’t get rid of me.”

The pulse points at her temples pulsate as she looks like she’s going to blow up. “Yes, I can. I own the company.”

“But the board has a vested interested, and I’ve been hired to find out what’s going on.”

Truman is going to kick my ass. Telling her that I’m working undercover is not part of the deal. And I have no idea who’s behind my hiring. It makes sense that it’s a stockholder, but it could be anyone.

Shit. Even when I’m telling the truth, I’m lying.

“You’ve been hired to do what?” Tears fill her eyes.

“I don’t know who the client is, but I was hired by a security company to–”

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