I allow my eyes to run over her very slowing, relishing the tension escalating in her as I do. Alexandra Clark is lying to me. No man who is not gay would shrug off his woman coming home with new lingerie without a discussion about that lingerie. What she said is a lie, yet it is more than that. I am going to find out what it is. When I see the perspiration on her upper lip, I have done what I set out to do, scared the hell out of her. Now I can go into my office.

The minute my ass hits my seat I pick up my phone. Diego answers on the first ring. “Yeah, Leo.”

“I want everything on Felix Maine, and I want it now.”

Silence, the name means nothing to him.  “Felix Maine, okay. Do you have a date of birth or any particulars you can give me?”

Sonofabitch. Even as I say it, I know the answer. “Felix Maine, Alexandra Clark’s husband. The man in her report.”

The silence is my answer. “Leo, there’s no Felix Maine in her report. She has a cat named Felix but no husband. I’m sending you the electronic file now. Is there something I should know?”

“This is not on you, it’s on me. From now on all reports I order are to be hand delivered to me only. No one else can accept them.”

“Noted. Is there something I can do?”

“No.”

The left part of my brain, the cool one that can only think of the bitch lying to me, tells me to toss her out on sweet, round ass. Only the right side, cannot let go of what it felt like for the elevators to open and not see her at her desk. And then there is the fucked-up head, no brain involved, my cock is screaming to take her now because she is no man’s wife, Alexa is mine for the taking.

I am lost in thought when I hear the knock. Without thinking I answer. Alexa has a package she puts on my desk when I do not take it. “Go home.”

She stops at the door. “What?”

“I said, go home.”

“I—why?”

I can hear the fear in her voice. I hate it. I hate it as much as what I am feeling right now. “Go. The. Fuck. Home.”

I don’t hear the door close. I just know she is gone.

14

Leo

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