Free Her Mile High Mates [The Hot Millionaires #4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Page B

shower.
    “Sorry it was so quick,” he said, kissing the end of her nose. “Next time I’ll make you beg before I let you come.”
    “I did beg, didn’t I?”
    “That wasn’t what I’d call begging.” Really? “Come on.” He held out a towel and wrapped her in it. “I’ll dry you off.”
    “No, it’s okay. You’d better get yourself out of here before someone discovers the door’s locked. I don’t want to lose my job.”
    Clyde frowned, clearly wondering why she’d withdrawn from him. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
    “Nothing’s wrong.”
    “Come to the loft when you’re ready. I’ll feed you and we’ll talk about it.”
    “No, it’s…Yes, okay. Will Peyton be there?”
    “Oh yeah. He’s looking forward to seeing you.”
    Fabia would go. She wasn’t sure how sensible it would be to allow herself to be alone with them in that loft. She couldn’t seem to get that playroom of theirs out of her mind. But she would have to go.
    Think of Sonia and put sex out of your mind, damn it!
    She’d show them Sonia’s phone, tell them where she found it, and demand an explanation. They knew a damned sight more than they’d so far told her. She intended to find out what, and how it was connected to Sonia’s disappearance.
    But she couldn’t do that in a public place, so she’d have to go to the loft.

Chapter Six
     
    Fabia spent some time after Clyde left her catching up with her paperwork and trying to figure out how best to confront the guys about Sonia. Deciding upon the direct approach, she was about to leave when she ran into Anton. It was the first time their paths had crossed since she’d deputized for him at the meeting the previous day. She wondered about that. Had he been deliberately avoiding her? Why would he? She didn’t know, but something about him was definitely off. Fabia could barely trust her own judgement nowadays. Even so, everyone that had had anything to do with Sonia was suspect in her mind.
    “Hey,” he said, “glad I caught you. What was that all about? Playing a match with Clyde Wilson?”
    She shrugged. “He just turned up. He’s a handy player, and it was nice to have a good hit for a change.”
    “Did you beat him?”
    “Almost.”
    Anton laughed. “Hope you charged him.”
    “He offered to pay.”
    “Then let him. We need all the income we can get.” He paused, looking awkward, and Fabia sensed he wanted to talk about the meeting. She had no intention of helping him by raising the subject herself and waited him out in silence. “Er, how come you presented the wrong figures to the meeting?”
    “You’d made a mistake. Not sure how it happened, but you’d put me down for way more hours than I’d done, so I pulled off the right figures from the computer.” She offered him an innocent half smile. “Did I do wrong?”
    “No…well, yes. We made a balls-up of the figures last month. The extras I put on your list were hours coached by your predecessor. She was a bit lax in her record keeping, and they got missed.”
    Liar!
    “Oh, I see.” Fabia’s antennae were on high alert, and anger simmered beneath her cool exterior. She didn’t know what game Anton was playing, but blaming it on Sonia was a cheap blow. Sonia was one of the most organized people Fabia knew and would never get behind with her paperwork. “Sorry, you should have said. Still, no harm done. I guess you can put it right.”
    “Yeah, I’ll see David later.” He raked her body with his eyes. She was wearing a short skirt and tank top, teamed with heeled mules, and she’d left her hair loose. “You look nice. Got time for a beer?”
    “No, sorry.” There was something about Anton that made her uncomfortable. “I need to be somewhere.”
    “Ah, hot date?”
    “Not exactly.”
    “Okay.” He raised his hands in the air. “I get it. It’s none of my business. Well, enjoy yourself and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “Yes, tomorrow.”
    She waited until he sauntered off and then