The Mogul and the Muscle - Claire Kingsley Page 0,29

a man under there. Interesting.

“We can go,” I said, taking my hand off the cuff and choker set.

He cleared his throat and nodded.

Brandy had been right. Having a bodyguard wasn’t all that bad. At least when I could have a little fun with him.

11

Jude

I sat at my desk outside Cameron’s office. So far, there hadn’t been any new threats. No suspicious activity. Business as usual for her. A lot of standing around and waiting for me. Which was fine. I was used to it.

Shopping with her had been… interesting. Not once in five years of doing this job had I been this intensely attracted to a client. But Cameron Whitbury was getting under my skin.

I couldn’t let that happen.

But those fucking red heels.

Watching her try on shoes had been one thing. Her long legs were amazing. But when she’d put on those sexy red shoes, I’d seen the slightest change in her. Her hips had swayed, and she’d slid her hands down her thighs while she checked her reflection in the full-length mirror. Confident. Gorgeous.

Mine.

She wasn’t, nor was she ever going to be. But the thought had hit me hard enough to knock the air out of my lungs. I’d recovered well. I was sure she hadn’t noticed. But it had been difficult to keep my cool.

And then the vixen had taken me into a lingerie store.

That move had been to fuck with me, clearly. I’d seen the glint of mischief in her eyes when she’d said she had one more stop.

It made me want to spank that magnificent ass of hers.

Despite the way my dick was trying to take over the show, I wasn’t going to let any of this get in the way of me doing my job.

I had Derek’s people looking into Cameron’s ex and Noelle Olson. I skimmed the first set of information they’d sent. On the surface, Aldrich Leighton was squeaky clean. No scandals. No affairs. No record of bad rich boy behavior in college. He’d never been married. He made appearances at elite social events regularly, most recently with a much younger Brazilian model on his arm. But there was something tickling the back of my neck, a sense that this perfect image was just that—too perfect.

Was he the kind of man to attempt revenge on an ex?

Noelle Olson had a similarly clean public image. She’d been with Spencer for fifteen years. Worked her way up from middle management. Married and divorced, with one child, now in college. Although she was free of scandals or any public record of bad behavior, Brandy had forwarded me copies of enough angry emails she’d sent to Cameron to wallpaper half the office.

This woman clearly had a grudge. She pitted herself against Cameron regularly, over issues big and small. But her habit of making Cameron’s life difficult didn’t mean she’d go so far as to hurt her.

I’d gathered a dossier on Bobby Spencer, too. According to both Cameron and Brandy, he didn’t have a motive. But he’d sent up a flag when I’d met him, and despite the fact that it was looking more and more like Cameron didn’t have anything to worry about, I wanted to be thorough.

His background was far more colorful. Bobby Spencer had been living the rich playboy life since high school. A regular in the gossip rags. There were stories about his obnoxious behavior and paparazzi photos of him partying in cities all over the world. He was the sort of guy who expected to be ushered to the front of the line, let in to every exclusive club and event based on his last name and the zeroes in his trust fund.

But why would a hard-partying rich boy want to hurt Cameron? The guy had it made. He’d never have to work a day in his life, and Cameron posed no threat to his decadent lifestyle.

No motive.

Corporate espionage was harder to trace, at least without a solid suspect. So far, I hadn’t found any connections between any key staff members at Spencer and anyone at Reese Howard. I’d have to cast my net a little wider. See if I caught anything.

An alert popped up on my screen. Cameron had a breakfast meeting at a restaurant a couple of blocks away. I closed my laptop just as she came out of her office. We took the elevator down to the lobby and left out the front doors.

I walked down the sidewalk next to her, keeping her on my left, away from the street.