Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(19)

She shakes her head. “No, but I know someone who may be able to find out. He’s expensive.”

I know a few hackers too.

Cyn did her dad’s books before she turned eighteen, so she probably knows a good deal about drug trafficking and hiding funds. “I thought you didn’t really know what your dad’s finances were really for?”

She looks up at me, and I lose my train of thought. She may as well have a tight grip on my cock because it only listens to her.

“I had an idea,” she says. “I saw names I probably shouldn’t have, like Juarez, and I think that’s why Manny wanted me dead. Let me do some digging.”

She’s going to drive me crazy. I don’t want her alone, but I don’t know how we stop the harassment from the gangbangers. “I don’t want you to. You already have his thugs threatening you.”

“I don’t like it either. Even my grandmother told me to hand over the flash drive. Speaking of which, I need you to pull hidden files off the drive.”

I squeeze her tight in my embrace and kiss her hair. “We’ll leave early, and I can watch you dress into your cowgirl outfit for tonight. I’ve been dreaming about it all week.”

“Don’t get your hopes up. I’m just wearing cutoffs and a tee.”

“What? No cowboy boots?”

“I’ll wear them. For you.”

A look of concern flashes in her eyes. “If our ratings aren’t good, we won’t make money out of this.”

Money has been tight for Cyn and Willa. As soon as I can, I’ll help them out.

I pick Cyn up and put her on her desk, so her lips are more available. I kiss her, dipping my tongue into her sweet mouth. “You aren’t going to kill me over Niki?”

She gives me a dirty look. “If I see you kissing her, I may give you a black eye.”

I better not let that happen. I got Cyn back, and I’m not about to let her go.

Someone pounds at my office door.

“Did you lock your door?” she asks.

My hand travels up her thigh and underneath her flirty skirt. “Yes. I thought we might get some alone time.”

“Better answer it. It’s probably your fed friend.”

I kiss her one more time because she’s the only woman I’ve ever truly loved. I thought I loved Niki, but the feeling for Cyn is far different. I’ll fight Manny to keep her safe.

Cyn follows me into my office. I unlock my door, and Timmons barges into my office. “We need to talk.”

Cyn gives him a dirty look.

I’m tired of this *. “What do you need?” I ask.

“We’re getting closer to tracking down the money,” he starts. “You need to up your game with Nikita Harper. Her name’s on an account where the money was routed and then rerouted and you need to stop telling her that you’re not really interested in her.”

Her name being on any account surprises me.

Cyn’s pillow-top lips curve upward sensually. “You told Nikita you weren’t interested?”

The feds have been listening to our conversations, and it pisses me off. “If you’re listening, you must be watching. You must’ve seen the Escalades parked outside the Chinese restaurant, and I told you about the one that tried to run Cyn over in the garage parking.”

“Lots of people drive those SUVs,” Timmons shoots back. “And yeah, we took down their license plates, but Miss Harper is our focus, and you need to get your head in the game.”

It makes sense that Niki had something to do with the theft. She spent the night at my condo many times, and I take my laptop home every night. “Shit. What am I supposed to do? She hasn’t asked any questions about my business or given me any indication of her interest in my company or its finances. She only wants to know what I can buy for her.”

Timmons smirks. “Ply her with alcohol and pillow talk. Do we have to spell this out for you?”

Cyn pokes Timmons in the chest. “Shane is not going to have sex with her.”

“I’m not sleeping with Niki. That’s out.” If I need to up my game, I’ll have to do something though. I don’t know who is going after Cyn, but what if it’s the person responsible for embezzling my millions, not just from me but also from other companies. She did find the opened port, but how did our assailants figure that out so quickly? Maybe there’s no connection, other than she’s my girlfriend. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her.

Cyn throws her hands up in the air and returns to her office, slamming the door once again.

I hand over more private IP addresses I’ve found to let the feds track them down. Most of the ones I looked up were defunct or bogus companies. I hope the feds have better luck.

When Timmons finally leaves, I interrupt Cyn. She’s buried into whatever work she’s doing on the laptop. I’d rather take her home to bed. She looks good in anything but looks especially good in my arms. “We have an hour to go look at the drive at your bank.”

“Okay.” She smiles almost always, even when we crossed the rugged Alaskan Interior. It’s what I noticed when she was only sixteen—that radiant smile.

“Did you tell Timmons about my flash drive?” she asks.

“No. They’re holding back, so we should too. Let’s see what we can bargain for.”