twirled around, almost smacking into Cole. How had he snuck up on her?
His lips pressed together in a thin line. âWhat are you doing?â
He wore the same clothes as earlier, but something about him seemed different. When his eyes narrowed, she figured out what it was. âYouâre wearing glasses.â
âDanielle, donât make me repeat myself.â
She clutched her locket. âI couldnât sleep, and I thought maybe youâd be in your office to answer some questions.â
His gaze dropped to her chest, and his nostrils flared, causing her to look down at herself. Realizing her black robe was sheer, she instinctively crossed her arms, even as a subtle throbbing began in her pussy. âYou didnât provide me any pajamas, and I forgot to pack them.â
He blinked and pulled his gaze up to her face. âIf youâd like some, Iâm sure Cassandra couldââ
âNo,â she said firmly. âI donât need them.â
He slid his hand into his pocket and removed a black braided keychain with at least a dozen keys hanging from it. Then he unlocked the door and waved her in.
âThatâs a lot of keys. What are they all for?â she asked as she stepped into his office, trying to sound casual.
He turned on the lights and closed the door behind them. âDanielle, itâs late, and we both need to be up in a few hours. Why donât you just ask me whatâs really on your mind?â
âMy father,â she said before she could stop herself, the opportunity to learn more about the past too great to pass up. If she could get him to lower his defenses, maybe she could get him to reveal something that would help her prove her fatherâs innocence. âHow did you become his business partner?â
He tilted his head toward the ceiling and sighed before gesturing for her to take a seat in front of his desk. Instead of taking his chair behind the desk, he sat beside her. âAbout ten years ago, I met your father through a friend of mine, a venture capitalist named Jaxon Deveroux, who you met earlier tonight. Your father was looking for investors in his wealth management firm. He wanted to compete with the Wall Street bigwigs, and to do that, he needed additional capital, but he didnât have enough collateral to secure a loan from the banks, and the venture capitalists werenât interested because theyâd make too small of a return on the investment. Jaxon was willing to broker a deal and contacted me, knowing that in anticipation of the rebound of the stock market and to diversify my portfolio, Iâd been looking to heavily invest in businesses that relied on the market. I became a majority partner, not only investing capital but also providing a loan to the company.â
âWow. That must have been a lot of money.â She flashed a smile, blatantly admiring the tribal tattoo winding around his sinewy biceps in an attempt to appear flirtatious. âImpressive for someone who must have been only . . . what . . . thirty at the time?â
He smiled in response, but his eyes remained guarded. âI was twenty-eight. And yes, it was quite a bit of money. I was fortunate to have been born to a rich family. Before he fought in World War Two, my grandfather patented a couple of inventions for the automotive industry, and while he fought in Germany, his attorney sold the rights to those patents to a couple of the largest car manufacturers in the United States. He came back from the war a hero and a multimillionaire. With the right investments, that money will last my family for generations.â
âAnd you decided my fatherâs business was the right investment. As a majority owner, you must have had access to all the files and records of the business, right?â
He shifted in his chair. âI was a silent partner, so I had very limited involvement in the day-to-day running of it.â
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Katie Salidas, K.A. Salidas