On impulse, she stopped at Devon’s desk. “What was the job?” she asked.
Devon looked confused.
“The woman Reed was interviewing. What was the job?”
“Oh.” Devon paused. “Accounting.” “Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Elizabeth marched to the elevator, meeting Gage and Trent coming the other way. At least the part about the meeting with them was true. Elizabeth didn’t know what she would have done if he’d lied about everything.
The elevator doors closed, and the express car whooshed smoothly downward. Truth was, she didn’t know what she was going to do about any of it at all. Reed was lying to her. He was lying to her about a woman. She seemed like a woman of substance rather than style, and Elizabeth couldn’t help but note the contrast between them.
Four
Frustration was evident on the face of Reed Anton Wellington II, “Anton” to his close friends, “Mr. Wellington” or “Sir” to most, and “Father” to Reed.
“And you’re saying Kendrick never called, never suggested, never even hinted—”
“Never,” Reed confirmed, closing the library door in his parents’ Long Island mansion. “Not once, not ever.”
“It’s things like this that can impact the firm.”
“I know that, Father.”
“It’s things like this that can lose millions of dollars.”
“I know that, too.” Did Reed’s father honestly think the broader impact of the SEC investigation were lost on Reed?
Anton moved behind his desk. “You have a good lawyer? You’ll cooperate fully?”
“Of course I’ll cooperate fully. I have nothing to hide.”
Anton stared silently from beneath bushy eyebrows, and a frightening thought percolated in Reed’s mind.
“You know I have nothing to hide, right?”
“You wouldn’t be the first to succumb to temptation.”
Reed was stunned to hear the words from his own father’s mouth. “You think I would cheat?”
“I think you have a lot of pride. I think you’re very driven to succeed.”
“Wonder where I got that from,” Reed muttered.
“I need to know what we’re dealing with,” said Anton.
Reed took a step toward the wide desk. “We’re dealing with an innocent man accused of insider trading, and a ten million dollar blackmail attempt.”
“Can you prove the blackmail?”
“I’m the third person in my building to be a victim.”
“That’s not proof.”
“No, but the police are working on it. If they find the blackmailer, the SEC will most certainly drop the charges.”
“Do they need more manpower?”
Reed shook his head. “I have my own investigation underway, and Collin’s put together a legal team.”
“Never was too fond of Collin.”
“He graduated top of his class in Harvard Law.”
“On a scholarship.”
“Father, people who receive scholarships are every bit as capable as those who donate them.”
Anton harrumphed. “Genetics isn’t nothing.”
“Don’t go there,” Reed warned.
“How is Elizabeth?”
Reed threw up his hands. “I swear to you, I am walking out that door.”
“I just asked a question.”
“You just linked Elizabeth with the middle class. Therefore, in your opinion poor genetics. Don’t try to deny it.”
“All right. I won’t deny it. How is she?”
Sexy as hell, frustrated as hell, probably mad as hell since it was nearly eight-thirty and Reed wasn’t home yet. “She’s fine.”
Anton moved to the wide, oak bar and uncorked a decanter of scotch. “You mother and I keep waiting for you to announce that you’re expecting.”
“I know you do.”
When he had two fingers of scotch in each crystal glass, Anton turned back. “Any particular reason why you’re not?”
“We’ll have children when we’re ready.”
“Your mother’s anxious.”
“Mother’s been anxious since I was eighteen.”
“And now you’re thirty-four.” He handed Reed a glass of scotch. “You can see why the situation is getting worse.”
Reed tried to imagine himself explaining the fertility issues to either of his parents. But he couldn’t make the picture form in his brain. Not that he would compromise Elizabeth’s privacy in any case, especially not to his parents. She was already intimidated by their opinion of anyone outside their tax bracket.
He downed the single malt. “I have to get home.”
“I can have somebody from Preston Gautier sit down with Collin.”
“Collin’s fine,” said Reed. “It’s all under control.”
At least the SEC investigation was under control. The same couldn’t be said of the blackmail. And the same certainly couldn’t be said of his current situation with Elizabeth.
Reed could still picture the sexy underwear she’d flashed him in his office. If his meeting had been about anything other than her security and the blackmail case, he’d have chased after her like an eager pup. He’d considered doing it anyway. But then Gage and Trevor arrived, and the real world had closed in.
Elizabeth was on her third margarita in Hanna’s downtown loft, blocking out the real world and taking the edge off her humiliation.
“You actually flashed him?” Hanna’s laugh was rife with disbelief. “Right there in the Wellington International office?”
“I was wearing underwear,” Elizabeth pointed out, stretching out on her stomach on Hanna’s leather couch. Hanna was already lounging sideways in an armchair, her shoes kicked off, feet swaying, the slushy drink dangling from her fingers.
“Ever done anything like that before?”
Elizabeth shook her head.
“Bet he was surprised.”
Elizabeth nearly giggled at the memory. “I’m pretty sure he was speechless.”
“I bet.”
Elizabeth’s smile faded. She realized the margaritas must be strong or she wouldn’t be finding any of this even remotely funny. “I think I was jealous.”
“Of what?”
Elizabeth took another sip of the drink. “Okay, this is going to sound crazy. But there was an attractive woman in his office when I got there. He lied about her.” She sat up, swinging her feet around to the floor. “He told me she was a client. Devon told me she was a job applicant.”
“Uh-oh.” Hanna’s swinging feet came to a halt.
A few beats went by in silence.
“You