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Her lips were pillowy soft, and she tasted like the brandy she had been sipping. I had missed kissing her. Three days without her and I was already craving her.

I drew her back onto the couch and we both tumbled down with me on top of her. I made a trail of kisses from her lips to her cheek and down her neck. I felt her moving beneath me and I adjusted myself so I was between her legs.

“Caiden,” she said breathlessly. “Caiden, your assistants. Anyone could walk in at any moment.”

I groaned. She was right. I had an open-door policy and everyone here took full advantage of it. Ax being the worst offender. I was very close to overturning that policy. I stopped kissing when she pushed me back. “Let them watch. Who cares.”

She disentangled herself from me, “I do. I care. My reputation may not be pristine, but I don’t want to soil it further.”

“When did you start caring about your quote, ‘reputation’?”

She rolled her eyes.

I looked around, then an idea popped into my head. I lifted her up. She squealed as I carried her to the bathroom and placed her on the counter. “Now they won’t see,” I said as I lifted her chin with my finger and claimed her lips.

It was quick. We barely removed clothes. My hands slid under her dress and I pulled her panties, ripping them on the way down. Her hands were on my belt, unbuckling it, then pulling down the zipper. She took me out and stroked me. I removed her hand, lifted her slightly and plunged into her sweetness.

A couple of orgasms later, we were back in the main office. She went to pick up her drink and as she bent down, the imprint of her naked ass under her dress made me want to drag her back to the bathroom again. I was fucked. The three-day reprieve from her should have made me not want her, but nope, the exact opposite had happened. I was craving her now more than ever. I watched her as she finished the rest of her drink. A functional act, but on her, it was seductive.

“I need to get back to work. Dad dragged me here without my consent, basically.”

“Do you have to?” Who was this person? Why was I sounding like a desperate horny man?

“As much as I want to, I don’t work for you, I work for someone else.”

“Can’t hurt to try.” I went over to the desk and before I buzzed Layla, “Tell Bailey to get ready to take Mrs. Scott back to her offices.” After Layla responded with her perfunctory “Yes sir,” I asked Hailey, “Did Bailey treat you well?”

“He’s fine. Although I was surprised you didn’t tell me. Another oversight.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? I don’t think I‘ve ever heard those words coming from you.”

I was sure I had said them to her from time to time, but maybe she was right. In a few minutes Bailey called back to say he was outside and before she was about to go, I gave Hailey a long kiss that threatened to turn into something more. I really should think about that open-door policy.

???

A few hours after Hailey was gone, Ax and Fred came in. They both looked like they had something urgent that they had been itching to tell me. “What is it?” I asked when they came in.

“She did it,” Ax said as he threw himself into one of the visitor’s chairs, “You were right, she did it!”

Fred said, “we got an alert from your assistants that your wife came by and we checked the CCTV we had installed after you were gone.” He threw his iPad on the desk. On it was an image of Hailey leaning over my desk. Another was of her shuffling the papers around as if she was looking for something.

“We figured she would come to your office when you weren’t around,” Ax said.

I scrolled. There was another image of her taking pictures of a mock-up book on the desk.

“It was dummy information, of course. Nothing that would hurt the company. The designs are all fake.”

“She didn’t take photos of everything,” Fred’s calm voice interrupted Ax.

“Are you sure?” Ax asked, “I thought I saw her snap at everything.”

Fred shook his head, “she didn’t. She skipped most of the showpieces.”

Ax shrugged, “Doesn’t matter. What matters is, you, my friend, were right, and she’s…” he pointed at the tablet in my hand, “… a plant sent by her father to steal information from us.”

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