A Calculated Seduction(13)

“MacMillan. ”

“Yeah, Todd here. Not much to go on, but I do know one of the computer nerds apparently dated your Miss Menendez for a month or two a few months ago.”

“Oh really.”

“Yeah, and that would fit.”

It would fit. All of the suspicious transactions had been from various servers, different IDs. They had thought all along that someone in the computer department might be in on it. With Dulcy’s knowledge and the mystery man’s access, it would be easy. Ethan’s stomach coiled tight.

“Anything else?”

“Yeah. And there was another one this morning.”

He sat straighter in his chair. “What user?”

“It’s your trust fund baby. Miss Dulcinea Menendez.”





Chapter Four



Ethan’s stomach wrenched. “From her computer.”

“Yes, in fact...” Todd said and papers rustled over the phone. “Ah, here we go. Over the last two months, her computer was used several times. ”

“What times in the morning?”

Was she actually helping that scum while he sat in his office?

“Most were very early, before work hours. A few times around six, some around seven. It might mean she knows we suspect her.”

“Changing times. Yeah, we could miss that. ” He chewed on that bit of information. “We have no proof.”

“No. We can’t prove she used her computer. It could have been anyone, including you or your uncle.”

“Get a grip, Denison. You know damn well we have no reason to embezzle.”

“Hey, I’m just giving you the arguments a lawyer would. Although her password should be secure, you can’t prove you or Bill didn’t use it. Also, think about all the people in the computing area who could easily access her information. You said yourself the security in that place was like a sieve.”

A little spark of hope flamed to life. Maybe someone had used her computer. If they had her password...

“Chances are it’s her though. Still, nothing on her finances but that family of hers... Have you met them?”

“Ahh, well you might want to. Both stepsisters were former Miss Dallases and one was a runner up for Miss Texas. Mom made it to the top ten.”

He grunted while he mulled over his options. “So, you think it’s her.”

“Yeah, or at least someone she knows who has access to her computer. Have you seen anyone hanging around?”

“No. Other than my uncle.”

“Well, if I were you, I’d put a tail on her. That way, you might be able to catch who she’s working with. She date?”

“How the hell should I know?” The thought of her, with her perfect breasts and those little red panties, on a date Friday night sent a wave of jealousy through him. “Yeah, wait. She said she had plans Friday night. She was here late, but said ‘he would wait’. I had to drop something off that night, but there was no one there. Although I didn’t go inside.” He grunted. Some man could have been in there with her. That same man could have been the one to peel off those lacy panties, slide his fingers over her succulent flesh, taste her skin, sink his cock into her tight, wet *.

“Any changes?” T odd asked, bringing him back to the conversation.

“Changes?”

“In car, home, looks. You know the drill, MacMillan. ”

Think, MacMillan.

It was kind of hard to do with only a few drops of blood in his brain. The drill. Changes in her lifestyle or appearance. Yeah, that was it.

Dulcy, with her stylish suit and cute little haircut, materialized in his mind.

“Yeah. Had a makeover this weekend. New clothes.”

“Sounds to me like she’s trying to impress a man.”

Yeah it did, he thought, as the little ray of hope extinguished with the signs of her guilt. “So, what do you suggest?”

“Boss, you know better than I do. You’ re the best at it. You need to get closer to Miss Menendez.”

“We’re going to the Gala together on Saturday, thanks to my Uncle Bill.”

“Well, there ya go.”

After hanging up the phone, he thought about the situation with Dulcy. He couldn’t believe a woman like her would give up everything for a guy. And now he had to pretend to be trying to seduce her.

He stood, frustrated with himself and with Dulcy. Thanks to her, he had to get closer to her, lie to her, try to find out all her secrets. He’d done it hundreds of times before, but he drew the line at sleeping with the women. It had never bothered him to do a little lying between a few kisses. Every one of them had turned out to be implicated somehow.