“I said no.” Richard’s voice had grown abruptly cold. “My guests never stay over. You’re lucky I didn’t throw you out after the first round.”

Cade could hear shuffling sounds outside the closet door. She was gathering her clothes, which—thankfully—she’d left on the floor. The clothes had been his first warning that Richard’s date was still in the house when he’d slipped into his boss’s bedroom four fucking hours ago, thinking the man would be sleeping alone. Because Richard never allowed his dates to sleep over.

Cade had heard the toilet flush and jumped into the closet seconds before a nude woman had sauntered out of the en suite bathroom and back into Richard’s bed, where she’d woken him up for “round two.” Cade had been lucky to duck out of sight in time. He didn’t want to have to kill the woman, too. He would have, of course, but then he’d have to deal with her body and he didn’t know who might look for her afterward.

Plus, it sounded like she’d suffered enough by simply enduring sex with Richard.

The woman huffed. “Like you could have thrown me out. I had to roll you off me. You fell asleep as soon as you came. Which I didn’t, by the way,” she added viciously. “Not once. I faked it. Every single time.”

The closet door abruptly shook as Richard shoved the woman against it, and Cade pulled his Sig from his pocket. If Richard opened the door now, Cade would have to shoot them both. This wasn’t what he’d planned. Richard was supposed to have been alone and his death was supposed to look like an accident.

He held his breath, eyeing the door as it shook and rattled, but it didn’t open.

“You’re a fucking liar,” Richard snarled and the woman cried out.

“You’re hurting me. Take your hands off me. I’ll tell everyone that you’re a lousy lay. That you can only get it up with Viagra.”

Well, Cade thought, that made sense. Richard was a diabetic on insulin. But still. I’m not sure I could keep it up for four hours even with Viagra. Richard had done the woman at least three times since Cade had arrived. There was no telling how many times they’d gone at it before he’d fallen asleep on her.

“You’re lucky I don’t snap your neck,” Richard growled. “If I hear one whisper of your lies in my club, I will.”

Cade rolled his eyes again. Like Richard can snap anything more than his fingers. Although he might rethink that. A certain level of fitness was required to go for four hours. According to the Viagra ads, Richard should probably be consulting his doctor.