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She giggled. “Fine, fine. I understand.”

I wasn’t sure who I was more worried about crossing that line. Her or me. “Good. Get some sleep.”

“Did you want me to go home? We sort of went from first date to an entire weekend together.”

I should tell her yes. But I wouldn’t. It felt too good to have her here. “No.” I kissed her softly before getting out of the bed. “I want you here.”

“You’re not going to sleep?”

“Not yet. I have a couple things to do.” Guilt hit me swiftly since those things included setting up an interview for a job far away from her.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chloe

The next couple of days went by quickly in the office. But no sexcapades. And no more dinners or desserts. I chalked it up to the fact dating didn’t mean spending all of our free time together. Maybe that meant weeknights were off the table? Ugh. Why did dating have to have so many rules with which I was unfamiliar?

I knocked on his door Wednesday morning and smiled when I walked in for his greeting.

“Good morning, Chloe.”

My breath never failed to catch upon seeing him. “Good morning.”

As every other day this week, his expression showed no memory he’d seen me naked last weekend. Too bad my poker face needed work. I couldn’t look at him and not recall the way he’d been inside of me. Not have my cheeks warm with how he’d made me come twice while I’d sat on his countertop. How we’d then taken it into the bedroom after.

He cleared his voice. “If you’re interested, I’d like to take you to a business meeting across town. We’ll be talking with two individuals from Allegiant bank.”

“What’s the meeting about?”

“Remember how I said my job is to monitor communication coming in and out of Delmont Security?”

Vividly, considering that’s what had led him to the auction and our night together at the hotel. “Yes.”

“I do the same for outside clients. I’ll monitor their correspondence, and either target certain employees about whom they have a concern, or I’ll conduct overall monitoring if they need ongoing surveillance.”

“You read through emails?”

“Yes. I scan documents, too. A search software helps me quickly find key words. Or in some cases, I review all the correspondence to and from an individual. Including their direct messages.”

I blushed at the reminder he’d read mine.

“All of this correspondence belongs to the firm. But as you can imagine, it’s sensitive for anyone to know I’m doing this. All employees have a blurb when they log on to their computers informing them of the monitoring of work devices, but few pay attention to it.”

“So, this client has an issue?”

“They’ve flagged a few employees they want monitored. We’ll go over there today, get the details of what they’re looking for, and then spend the next few days going through everything.”

“I get to help?” I would love it if he allowed me to do more.

“Yes. I’ll show you how to use the software this afternoon if you’re up for it.”

“I’m up for it.”

Two hours later, after meeting with two executives at the bank, we were armed with all the information we needed. They were investigating a vice president and two managers who they suspected of inappropriate behavior while on business travel. They’d already flagged some of the suspects’ expenses as questionable, and now they were searching for proof of misuse of corporate credit cards in order to build a case for firing the three employees.

It had been impressive to see Aiden in this capacity. He’d taken charge of the meeting, knew the questions to ask, and conducted the whole business efficiently and professionally. I could see a hint of the military man he’d once been. When we left the room, the client was clearly satisfied their concerns were in capable hands.

But despite the fact he was good at his job, I got the distinct impression Aiden wasn’t content with what he was doing. It didn’t take rocket science to discern he would rather be in the military, but I suspected this job might not be the right fit for him even as a backup.