Charmed: A Masters and Mercenar - Lexi Blake Page 0,16
she would let him back in, explain the situation, and then go get dressed because she couldn’t be professional when she was wearing his T-shirt and luxuriating in his scent.
She opened the door. “JT, we need…”
Two men in business suits and a well-dressed woman stood in the doorway. The woman appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties, and her eyes narrowed as she took Nina in.
“What the hell are you doing…” She huffed, a long-suffering sound, and she brushed by Nina, handing her the shoe that had fallen off in the hall the night before. “Looks like you forgot something. Drunk much?” She turned back to the men she’d come with. “Come in. She’s some chick JT dragged out of a bar last night. JT!”
Maybe she would murder someone today. She knew exactly who that angry little woman was. Deanna Kilgore, assistant to the vice president in charge of pretty much everything. She’d studied the woman’s dossier but glanced over her boss since her boss was considered above reproach and therefore uninteresting to her.
If only she’d paid attention to Deanna’s boss, maybe she wouldn’t have slept with him.
Unfortunately, the other two intruders completed her list of horrors. Jordan “Jordy” Burton, board member and all-around adventurer, and Patrick Franks, who served as the VP of operations of Malone Oil. They were her entire list of suspects. She recognized every one of them, and now they would recognize her, too.
The whole operation was on the line. The reason they’d brought her in was the fact that no one from Malone Oil could possibly know who she was. The whole job would have to be scrubbed, and there was every likelihood JT’s company would suffer for it.
“He’s not here.” She said the words even as her mind raced, looking for a solution. She had to be at that retreat. If they missed this opportunity, the Agency would force Malone Oil to admit what was happening to the press and cause a major scandal that would hurt their bottom line for decades. It was precisely why most companies didn’t prosecute corporate spies. “He went out for coffee.”
She stayed at the door, hoping they would go back out the way they came.
“I’m not leaving until I talk to him,” Jordy insisted. He was a well-built man. The expensive suit he was wearing didn’t hide his muscles, though she knew he’d gotten them in a gym. He was a trust-fund baby, though apparently he’d blown through much of it. “That email yesterday was complete bullshit.”
Patrick was on his heels. He was ten years older than Jordy, and his background was far less privileged. It was his ties to Russian companies that made the Agency interested in him. “I agree. I’m a member of senior leadership. I expect more than David Malone will not be attending our retreat. I have every right to know what happened, Deanna. You said JT would be here. You didn’t tell me he was shacked up with a hooker.”
“I’m his girlfriend, and you might think twice about insulting me.” The words were out of her mouth before she could really consider the ramifications of them. Although since they’d caught her in his room wearing nothing but his shirt, she wasn’t sure they would buy the cousin angle she’d so recently come up with.
The retreat was open to families and loved ones. JT could bring his girlfriend.
Oh, he was going to be the one to murder her. She was going to have to explain to the poor man how his one-night stand had turned into a relationship.
“You are not his girlfriend,” the admin said, hands on her hips.
“Don’t be so coy, baby,” a masculine voice said. “Nina here is far more than my girlfriend. She’s my fiancée. I know we didn’t want to tell anyone until we could have a party, but after what happened with Dad last night, I don’t think we can wait.”
She turned and JT walked in like the fact that a good portion of his office was standing in his suite didn’t bother him at all.
What had he said? Fiancée? Oh, god, she’d just become a fake fiancée to a billionaire.
And now everyone would know. Including her boss.
The night before had been good sex, but this was what it meant to be truly fucked.
* * * *
JT figured out things had gone heinously wrong the minute he set foot off the elevator and turned down the hall that led to his half of the floor. The