Page 113 of For One Night

The office phone buzzes. “Mister Daly, your brother is on line one,” Alice says over the intercom.

“Thank you, Alice.” I pick up the receiver. “I’m trying to work, asshat.”

“I call bullshit!” We laugh. “What’s going on?”

I blow out a long breath. “I’ve been going over Lola’s papers all morning. There’s a problem.”

“How do you want to handle it?” His voice drops low.

“I don’t see how it can be explained unless there are boxes of goods sitting in a warehouse somewhere not accounted for.” I tap my pen off my desk.

Lachlan sighs. “Sounds like it at the top, and that’s never a good thing.”

“True, but if it is Decker, at least it isn’t someone who’s been with us forever.”

My head snaps up when there’s a light knock on the door, and Lola sticks her head in. “You wanted to see me?”

“Come on in. It’s Lachlan, I’m going to put him on speaker.” She walks over, sitting on the corner of the desk. I adjust myself when she winks at me. She blushes on cue.

“Well, is she there, or are you two exchanging sexy sex stares?” Lachlan’s an ass.

“I’m here, Lachlan.” She rolls her eyes. My thoughts exactly.

“Lenny tells me you have several things to work on, but that Decker needs to be our first priority,” he says as I hand her the information I’ve uncovered.

She nods. “Lennox just gave me the missing inventory list. This would explain the discrepancy in my opinion.”

“Lenny, it’s your call.” I know what Lachlan’s wanting to do, so I hand it to him.

“I have no issue firing someone, but I think with the amount this entails, it has to go before the board. We need to be in agreement if we fire him or fire and take legal action.”

Lachlan is silent. Lola leans over, gripping my tie and pulling me to her. Her lips sweep over mine before she presses hers to mine. She releases me, bites her lip, and smiles.

“Have Alice call a meeting. You two make a great team, good job.” I can’t see it, but I hear it—Lachlan’s pleased. In which pleases me.

“I’ll have her do that as soon as we’re done.”

He clears his throat. “Maisyn wants to know if you’ll have dinner with us this weekend?”

I glance at Lola as her mouth falls open. “We’ll discuss it, and I’ll text you later.”

“Sounds good, later.” He hangs up. I replace the receiver, trying to not stare at Lola. Her odd behavior over the invitation has disturbed me.

She stands, lingering in front of me. “So I guess I’m going back to work.”

“Sure, yeah, alright.” I steeple my fingers, watching as she chews her lip and steps backward. I move my hand, curling my finger at her.

She freezes. Her eyes dart around the room, and she looks behind her before pointing at herself. Her brows are tight and high. “Are you wanting me?”

“Yes, you.” I smirk.

She prowls toward me, her eyes hooded. “What can I do for you?”

“Here.” I point beside me.

Her eyes smolder. “There?” She tiptoes, looking at the spot. “Right there?”

“Now, Lola.” I’m not sure who is strapped with desire more, but I’ll take either as long as I get my hands on her.