<b>Chapter </b><b>17 </b>
Roman knew it was gettingte and they should call it a day, but he sat at his desk after ir had just delivered him a coffee and the typed up meeting notes had been sent to hisputer already. It was the one thing that had stopped him from making a move on her sooner. Well, two really. He hadn’t wanted to lose her as a secretary. She had been the best one he had ever had. Also, there had been the problem of her fiance. Roman leaned down and pulled out the file he had hidden in his bottom drawer. The investigation he had run into Dan’s department had given him more information that he had
nned.
It had all startedst month when a discrepancy had appeared in the ounts of the sales department. When he had started the investigation, it hadn’t been to catch out Dan but to find out if they had a thief who was embezzling money. That little mystery was still a work in progress. They had set up a trap, so the next time money was taken, they would discover the thief.
While conducting their personnel sweep, the security team stumbled upon Dan, being unfaithful to ir. Roman had chosen not to disclose the truth to her. He pondered how he could justify his knowledge, considering that only he and the security team were aware of the embezzlement until the culprit was caught. Although he trusted ir, he believed it would be for the best if fewer people knew about the trap and the stolen money.
So on theirst business trip, he had worked everyone to the bone so they could arrive home a day early. Even going as far to hint to ir about surprising Dan. Just to stop her from calling him and warning him she would be home early, hoping that ir would catch Dan cheating.
He had almost fist pumped the air when the message hade through that Dan had left the office to meet up with Laura, ir’s cousin. Maybe he was the shithead ir had called him. He was a ruthless bastard when it came to something he wanted and he had wanted ir. The need to have her had only grown the longer she had worked side by side with him. The times he had to hide his hard–on from her had be increasingly more frequent. Until he was never taking off his suit jackets around her. It made him feel like an untried randy teenager.
He wasn’t a monk and with ir in a rtionship he had dated, but nothing serious for over three months because he found himselfparing ir to the women he dated. Roman hadn’t known what he was thinking when it came to ire. He had needed a date for some uing events and she had put herself in his path. He hadn’t slept with her, no matter how much she had pushed for it. She had left him cold.
He remembered his final meeting with her. After dropping off ir at her ce, knowing what she would find. Stilling the temptation to stick around in case she needed him. Roman had driven to the office, dropped off his briefcase and left again to face ire.
It was after ire had rung the office and spoken to ir. It was the reason he had known where to find her after.
Roman hadughed in ire’s face when she had told him what ir had said to her. Not just the part about not having a crystal ball, but mostly the part about him not being marriage material. ir was the reason he didn’t have staying power with any woman.
ire had cried and begged him to stay, again trying to get him into her bed. But he had left her as soon as he had broken it off and headed to the office to find ir drunk. It had snowballed from there.
Everything with ir had moved faster than he had hoped or nned for. Roman didn’t want her <b>on </b>the rebound, but right now he would take her anyway he could get her. He would just need to work on her feelings for him slowly. He didn’t want <b>to </b>scare her with the intense way he felt about her.
He had been living with a nonstop hard–on for months and dreaming about her. If he could only have her naked for a week, he could take her as often as he liked. He would be a very happy man. The type of chemistry they shared didn’t happen very often.
He truly hadn’t nned <i>on </i>taking her without <b>a </b>condom this morning. He hadn’t wanted to trap her, but if she was pregnant, he would use it to his advantage.
The ringing of his mobile stopped his thoughts for now<b>, </b>seeing his friend Luca’s name on the screen. Picking up the phone, he answered the call. “<b>Hey </b>mate, how are you?” Roman said into the phone.
“Roman, I’m good. How is business?<b>” </b>Luca said.
“Busy.” Roman leaned back against his chair, bringing his feet up on the desk. He and Luca had gone to Berkeley together, both studying business management. They had firstpeted against each other before bing best friends and even sharing a house near campus<b>. </b>Luca’s businesses were <b>in </bputer science, tech, and security. Roman’s businesses had never ventured into those fields.
After his dealings with Cyber10 security, maybe it was time to switch to one of Luca’spanies. Hackers had almost <b>gotten </b><b>into </b>their mainframe. <b>It </b><b>was </b>only the quick thinking of his head of security Peters<b>, </b>who had shut the power down to the building, turning off allputers<b>. </b><b>It </b><b>had </b><b>saved </b><b>them </b><b>from </b>
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the <b>cyber </b><b>attack</b>. Yes, they had lost work, but it was better than what could have happened. Roman had spent the afternoon tearing <b>strips </b><b>off </b><b>Cyber10 </b>CEO’s ass. They hadn’t gone back on line for 24 hours while Cyber10 updated the protection.
“I’m arriving in town tomorrow and was hoping we could catch up. I want to talk to you about something,” Luca said.
That sounds interesting. Do you want to give me a heads up on what we shall be discussing?” Roman knew his friend would give nothing away until <b>he </b>was ready.
“I’lle to your ce around 5pm tomorrow. We can have dinner and talk.” Luca said. Luca gave <i>no </i>hints about the subject of the talk. But Roman <b>had </b>a feeling he knew, and he really hoped his hunch was correct. “I’ll get my secretary to book a restaurant. Are <i>you </i>staying at the apartment or your estate?”
“The Estate, I’ll see you tomorrow. But not ate one, my friend. I have ns for the weekend.” <i>Th </i>
“And what is the ‘ns‘ name, may I ask?” Lucaughed.
<b>“</b>None of your business yet,” Roman replied.
ns included ir<b>, </b>naked and a hell of a lot more.
After hanging up from his friend, Roman stood, taking the file on Dan’s activities over to the shredder and turned it into confetti. He was lucky ir hadn’t found the file when she had gotten out his bottle of scotch yesterday. He couldn’t chance her finding out he had set the trap for her to catch Dan out. Shoot, the messenger came to mind if she did.