Leo is such an asshole. I don’t care how gorgeous he looks today in a steel gray suit with a light blue shirt and dark purple tie. I remember reading he has over a hundred suits, all cut to fit him. He even has his shirts made to fit him because he’s so freaking rich and apparently people as rich as him don’t buy shirts off the rack. I can’t imagine dangling three hundred thousand dollars as an enticement like it was a piece of candy. I send the email to Elizabeth Ward and look through his schedule, I’m as certain as he is she’ll call back.

Typing the email to Natalie, I fumble. Dang it, holy crap, I’m so tired. I could close my eyes and fall asleep sitting up. I’m barely done hitting send on the email when Natalie calls my cell.

“What does Leo want?”

“I’m almost a hundred percent sure it’s about Douglas Harden.”

“Oh, good, that’s a relief. Finally confirmed his suspicion, cool. I was beginning to wonder. If the head of our accounting, a forensic accountant couldn’t find it I didn’t think anyone would.”

“Wait, Leo had other people looking into it?”

“What do you mean other people? Did you look into this?”

I hate him so much right now. “Yeah, for like ten fucking hours.” Thirty-one years old and I’ve dropped the f-bomb maybe ten times in my life, not even a week with Leandros Kaplan and it’s rolling off my tongue and feels so good. “It’s why I didn’t get home until ten last night. And man was Felix mad at me, he got under my covers and peed on my bed. I slept on the couch. Leo had other people looking, and they couldn’t find it?”

“The head of trading and the head of accounting. It’s been a month, and neither of them found anything. I can’t believe you found it.”

“It wasn’t easy. He told me if I left without finding it then I was basically quitting my job. He’s such a fucker.”

“Oh my god, don’t say that. What if he hears you?”

“Right this second I’m not worried about it. I have to go my line is ringing.” And I don’t, I really don’t. He is a fucker, he went past jerk and asshole yesterday. Okay, maybe he kind of made up for it with dinner. My order from Porters and that amazing scotch. Then there was the way he teased me, Leandros Kaplan teased me and smiled at me over a shared dinner. Last night I had fallen asleep dreaming of Leo and his smile and licking scotch from his body and—damn it.

“Okay, I won’t stop off at my desk. I’ll be there in about a half an hour.”