he already had. And things were getting more complicated by the moment. He'd had a taste of her and he wanted more.
By the time Nathan returned to the office, he'd entered every possible scenario into his analysis and he'd become increasingly tense about the whole set up, because all he wanted to do was fuck her again.
He stood up, pacing the length of the room as he spoke. "Where does she live?"
"The south east, an apartment, Greenwich way."
Zac nodded, both cautious and thoughtful. "Alone?"
"It looked that way."
"I want you to find out for sure. I want to know everything we can find out about her. She works with Robertson, she's actually managing the Ashburn investments and yet she's turned up pretending to be a little nobody out for a good time."
Nathan's eyebrows shot up. He gave a low appreciative whistle.
"I've checked her out and, professionally, she's good at what she does...although she's quite the risk-taker." Zac tapped his chin with one finger. What risk might she be running here, and was it on behalf of her boss, or was she acting alone? Or am I as suspicious of everyone as my dear Mama?
He ignored the mocking voice in his head, reminding himself that he'd given her an invitation. That might be why she'd come. But why lie about her job?
"For some reason she isn't mentioning that she's a money manager, which is odd. I don't know for sure if she is aware of my relationship with the Ashburn Company, but it makes things...complicated."
Nathan nodded. Robertson was under their scrutiny anyway, but what it had to do with the woman was another issue.
"Any reason why you don't confront her, ask her why she's lying about her job?"
Zac shrugged. "I might do that, but I want to find out what she's up to first." He just had to keep his head long enough to find out more, and that might be the hard part.
"I'd like to know what else she's doing, if she's in league with anyone outside Robertson corp. and if there is a reason for her little deception."
"No problem, I can handle that."
Zac looked at him meaningfully. "These are the family heirlooms she's playing with."
In more ways than one .
"I want to know what she's up to."
Chapter Four
Suzanne popped her head round the doorway into Abby's office. "Let me know if there's anything you need sent out. I'll be heading home in an hour."
Abby glanced at the time display on her monitor. It was gone five. "Thanks, Suz. Nothing for collection. You got a moment?" She gave her a grin and wink, indicating gossip.
Suzanne shut the door and barreled over. "Oh yes, you went man hunting on Saturday night, didn't you? So, how did it go?"
"It was a great night. I wish you'd been there. The show was a lot of fun, very sexy."
"And did you find the guy?"
"Yes, his name is Zac. He works there, as well as the courier thing, and he was well worth hunting down."
Suzanne's eyes widened. "Come on, spill. What did you do, take him home?"
"He was working on Saturday night but he asked me to call again, so I went back on Sunday." She couldn't help chuckling. Relating the weekend to Suzanne made it feel so much more real. Zac made it feel as if she had a secret lover—that she was launching into the dangerous affair she'd dared herself to go after. It was an odd mix of emotions that she felt when she realized that. She liked the secret affair angle, but sharing it was good too.
Suzanne clapped. "What a tenacious lady, I love it. And was he worth the effort?"
She nodded. "I'm seeing him again tonight."
"You go girl." Suzanne beamed. "And don't forget to let me know if he has any single friends."
"Will do."
"Right, I better get on and do my last call on everyone else."
"Cheers, Suzanne. I'll be on my way out in about twenty minutes."
Suzanne waved and shot off to complete her scout for post and the evening head count.
Abby was just about to switch off her monitor for the day when the 'new mail' icon flashed up.
"Well, what do you know?" She hadn't expected to hear back from
By the time Nathan returned to the office, he'd entered every possible scenario into his analysis and he'd become increasingly tense about the whole set up, because all he wanted to do was fuck her again.
He stood up, pacing the length of the room as he spoke. "Where does she live?"
"The south east, an apartment, Greenwich way."
Zac nodded, both cautious and thoughtful. "Alone?"
"It looked that way."
"I want you to find out for sure. I want to know everything we can find out about her. She works with Robertson, she's actually managing the Ashburn investments and yet she's turned up pretending to be a little nobody out for a good time."
Nathan's eyebrows shot up. He gave a low appreciative whistle.
"I've checked her out and, professionally, she's good at what she does...although she's quite the risk-taker." Zac tapped his chin with one finger. What risk might she be running here, and was it on behalf of her boss, or was she acting alone? Or am I as suspicious of everyone as my dear Mama?
He ignored the mocking voice in his head, reminding himself that he'd given her an invitation. That might be why she'd come. But why lie about her job?
"For some reason she isn't mentioning that she's a money manager, which is odd. I don't know for sure if she is aware of my relationship with the Ashburn Company, but it makes things...complicated."
Nathan nodded. Robertson was under their scrutiny anyway, but what it had to do with the woman was another issue.
"Any reason why you don't confront her, ask her why she's lying about her job?"
Zac shrugged. "I might do that, but I want to find out what she's up to first." He just had to keep his head long enough to find out more, and that might be the hard part.
"I'd like to know what else she's doing, if she's in league with anyone outside Robertson corp. and if there is a reason for her little deception."
"No problem, I can handle that."
Zac looked at him meaningfully. "These are the family heirlooms she's playing with."
In more ways than one .
"I want to know what she's up to."
Chapter Four
Suzanne popped her head round the doorway into Abby's office. "Let me know if there's anything you need sent out. I'll be heading home in an hour."
Abby glanced at the time display on her monitor. It was gone five. "Thanks, Suz. Nothing for collection. You got a moment?" She gave her a grin and wink, indicating gossip.
Suzanne shut the door and barreled over. "Oh yes, you went man hunting on Saturday night, didn't you? So, how did it go?"
"It was a great night. I wish you'd been there. The show was a lot of fun, very sexy."
"And did you find the guy?"
"Yes, his name is Zac. He works there, as well as the courier thing, and he was well worth hunting down."
Suzanne's eyes widened. "Come on, spill. What did you do, take him home?"
"He was working on Saturday night but he asked me to call again, so I went back on Sunday." She couldn't help chuckling. Relating the weekend to Suzanne made it feel so much more real. Zac made it feel as if she had a secret lover—that she was launching into the dangerous affair she'd dared herself to go after. It was an odd mix of emotions that she felt when she realized that. She liked the secret affair angle, but sharing it was good too.
Suzanne clapped. "What a tenacious lady, I love it. And was he worth the effort?"
She nodded. "I'm seeing him again tonight."
"You go girl." Suzanne beamed. "And don't forget to let me know if he has any single friends."
"Will do."
"Right, I better get on and do my last call on everyone else."
"Cheers, Suzanne. I'll be on my way out in about twenty minutes."
Suzanne waved and shot off to complete her scout for post and the evening head count.
Abby was just about to switch off her monitor for the day when the 'new mail' icon flashed up.
"Well, what do you know?" She hadn't expected to hear back from
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