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“Can’t be Zig.” He shakes his head from side to side.
“Why not? You thought it was me when I first showed up.”
“She’stoogood.”
“Too good? Too good at what? That doesn’t make sense, Declan.”
“I don’t like that. I like it better when you call me,” he stops himself and closes his eyes. When he opens them again, I’m still standing there waiting for him to finish. “Never mind what I like to be called. It’s not Tracy. She brings in millions of dollars in sales.”
“That’s exactly why it can be her. Her commissions don’t add up. There are way more commissions than sales.”
Declan shakes his head from side to side. “That’s not possible. Our accounting team would have found it.”
“Unless there’s someone cooking the books for her. There are three different departments with their hands on sales contracts. After the work I did today, her 20% is being adjusted to 25% when accounting can’t find the sale that generated the extra commission.”
He groans and leans back as if the truth is settling with him. “I knew she was too good to be true. Is the proof on here?”
I look at the flash drive in his hand and nod.
“It’s conclusive?” he asks.
“That’s the second time you’ve questioned me today,” I tell him, my brows furrowing with the idea that I’m not doing what’s been asked of me.
“When was the first?”
I repeat his text, saying, “Your work is promising. Promising? Promising means there’s room to improve, like a lot of room.”
“Is that what that means? Or does that mean it’s promising as in keep digging to get me the results you got me just now? And you still didn’t answer my question.”
“It’s not conclusive until you have her followed or catch her in the act of stealing proprietary information. Is there a way to use this tracker app on your computers?”
“Of course, there is.”
“So, how can we take a look at those reports? I can show you the accounting stuff, and you’ll know the proprietary stuff.”
“That works. We’ll take care of it tomorrow. I do have another question for you.”
“What’s that?”
“How do you feel?” He nudges his chin toward my crotch with a wicked grin that makes me shake my head with a soft giggle.
“I feel like I’ve been rammed by a dick I can get addicted to.”
10
Declan
After our night together, I couldn't make my way into work to look at Denise all day long. It was going to drive me crazy to have her so close and not fuck this sexy little girl on every surface around the office. Mrs. Perry’s desk is at the top of my list.
I don’t like her. She doesn’t like working for us, but she’s fantastic at running the office when I’m not there or anyone else for that matter. So I keep her around.
I’m kicking myself for opening this Pandora’s box of ecstasy with Denise because it won’t close. Every minute I close my eyes, I see her face twisting in orgasmic beauty. Every time I lick my lips, I imagine the taste of her pussy coating my mustache. Once that happens, the erection is unstoppable, and there’s no way I can go into meetings all day long with a rock hard boner.
I warned her when I should have taken my own advice. Ruined. Thoroughly ruined. Tight, pure, pussy that I’m in no mood to share with anyone. I don’t want anyone else getting a taste of what’s mine. Not now, not ever.
Running my company takes up most of my days, weeks, months … shit, it’s been my entire life for the last 12 years. The idea that one of my best salespeople is threatening that doesn’t sit well with me, either.
My eyes can’t help but take in Denise from head to toe. I can feel the annoyance radiating off her. I hate to send her home upset with me. I can’t help that I’ve been drinking beers all day while trying to stop her from invading every single free second of thought.
