“I’m the one who discovered the discrepancies in reports that told us there was an inventory problem,” she explained of her involvement.

He arched a brow. “Were you now?”

“Yes.” Her eyes held his. “I was.”

Blake stared at her, and damn it, he didn’t like how easily he could keep staring at her. He cut his gaze to Mendez. “How long has Kara been with you?”

“I’ve been with the company for six months,” she answered herself, drawing his attention back to her.

“And already making a name for yourself,” he commented dryly, and watched her delicate little hands, hands that he knew to be soft and incredibly talented, curl around a pad of paper with a white-knuckle grip that confirmed just how nervous he was making her. Good. She should be nervous.  He wondered how many men she’d slept with to get to this level of trust this quickly.

“Mr. Wright will have level 5 security access,” Mendez instructed Kara. “He’ll be taking on the role of new head of security as of tomorrow morning. See to it he’s well taken care of. Whatever he needs or wants, I expect you to ensure he gets.”

To her credit, Kara appeared cool, collected, and unfazed by the command that put her in the hands of a man she’d both fucked and fucked over, because she had to know he wasn’t going to just let it go.

“Of course,” she agreed coolly, her gaze flicking to her bosses. “Is there an office I should assign Mr. Wright?”

Blake pushed to his feet. “Whatever office you assign me I won’t be occupying. I’ll, or rather we’ll, be working incognito, which means we’ll be using my hotel room. Unless, of course, you have a problem with that?”

There was a subtle shift in her posture, a stiffening of her spine. “No. No problem at all. Whatever you need, Mr. Wright—”

“Blake,” he corrected. “As far as I’m concerned, sharing a hotel room wipes out formality. Don’t you agree?”

Her chest rose and fell before she dodged a direct reply and simply said, “Blake.”

“Arrange a 4Runner for Mr. Wright’s use,” Mendez directed, clearly keeping up his end of formality, “and buzz us when it’s ready.”

“Yes, sir,” Kara said. “I’ll get right on it.” She flicked a look at Blake. “Anything else you need immediately?”

“Plenty,” he commented, “but we’ll take it one thing at a time.”

A muscle in her creamy white throat rippled. “Then I’ll get the vehicle handled.” She flicked Mendez a look. “Is there anything else?”

“No,” he said. “You’re free to go.”