Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(18)

I’m a sucker. “I’ll think about it.” If I can stay at Cyn’s and not worry about Lindsey slashing my throat in the middle of the night, I’ll let her camp out at my place.

My intercom buzzes next. “What’s up, Tanya?”

“Nikita Harper is here to see you.”

“Great,” I say sighing. Could my day get any worse? “Send her in.”

She sways those hips into my office and leans over my desk to show plenty of cleavage. She’s blonde, blue-eyed, and gorgeous, but she’s not Cyn. Niki could never be my self-indulgent spoilt princess who is also courageous and emotionally and physically tough. There isn’t a damn thing I don’t love about Cyn.

I lean back in my chair. “Hey, Niki.”

“What’s wrong?” She gets all teary eyed. “You’ve barely kissed me, and you haven’t even tried to…you know.”

Did she not hear me the other night?

She’s referring to sex, and I have a voracious appetite, like my smart-mouth spitfire Cyn. Thinking about her causes my cock to sit up and beg for her attention.

“I’ve got a lot on my plate, and I haven’t gotten over you dumping me.” The second part’s a lie. Once Cyn slept in my tent, I haven’t thought about being with Niki. I’ve wanted Cyn under me; ever since the day I met her. “I told you that the other night.”

“You aren’t impotent, are you?”

I consider telling her to ask Cyn. “No.”

Niki comes around the other side of my desk to rub my shoulders. “You’re so tense lately. Why don’t you let me take care of you?”

She works the knots from my shoulders, and I’m about to tell her to stop when Cyn walks into my office from the adjoining office I put her in. I want her close in case I need her, which is pretty much all of the time.

“What are you doing here?” Niki asks Cyn, releasing my shoulders. “I should’ve known.” Niki smacks my head.

She really needs to go.

Cyn looks like she wants to throw something at me. “I do the books for Red Sky,” she says through clenched teeth.

My mind is in the gutter because I’d like to take Cyn over my knee to grab hold of that very fine ass and swat it.

Niki smacks me again. “You hired her?

“Yes, Niki, I did.”

I’d like to tell Niki that Cyn works under my desk. I’d like Cyn to work there all day long, but I wouldn’t get much work done.

Shit. I need to focus. Maybe hiring Cyn wasn’t a good idea. She looks temptingly sweet in her short skirt and tank top, and her spicy scent smells good enough to eat.

“If you don’t mind, I have a lot of work to do,” I say to Niki. “I can’t go out with you tonight. I’m taking some of my programmers for beers for working overtime.” That’s actually not a lie. It’s just that Cyn will be there too.

I can practically hear Cyn’s teeth grinding, and I know I’ll get my ass chewed later. I don’t really mind because I’m stronger than her. Overpowering her would be fun for both of us.

“I have some things I want to show you when you’re not preoccupied,” Cyn says, turning sharply and returning to her office. She slams the door, and the glass rattles on the walls.

I grin. Her spunk has always been a turn-on.

“I don’t like her working here,” Niki snaps out.

“You don’t get a vote.” I stand to push her out of my office. “Maybe tomorrow night we’ll go for dinner.” Or maybe not.

Niki’s fingers tiptoe up my chest. “That’s all we’ve done. How about I fix you dinner?”

“We’ll see.” I get up to see her out, and she doesn’t appear too happy about it. I lock my office door behind her and then go to Cyn’s adjoining office. I leave her door open to listen for my phone.

“You two were looking rather cozy,” she says, anger flashing in those beautiful dark eyes.

“Trust me, we aren’t.” My arms encircle her while she sits at her desk, and I inhale her intoxicating scent. “What’s up?”

She gestures me to look over her shoulder. “I looked at your personal laptop, and it’s been hacked. I made a copy of the key logger, removed it, and put it onto this drive.” She hands it to me.

I should’ve found the logger. “How did you find it?”

“It’s not that easy because you trusted whoever accessed your computer. The person added the program with an innocuous name into your malware list as a trusted program. It would always get ignored.”

This doesn’t surprise me because several people have access to my computer through the main servers, my security guy Jeremy for one. Everyone gets updates through these servers. “Shit.”

“Someone had access to your laptop and easily routed your money to other accounts. I looked over the feds’ trace on your accounts, and I think there’s something they’re not telling you.”

That’s what I’ve always thought. “Why is that?”

“I think they have a pretty good idea where your funds went to, and your financial loss isn’t their primary concern.”

That doesn’t surprise me. “Do you know where my money is?” If I get it back, I could pay off the IRS and be done with the feds and Niki pestering me.