meeting spot. She acknowledged she’d be there then signed off. She looked on a map program to see where she was going. A warehouse district in Brooklyn. Wow. Closer to her home turf, so she wasn’t worried about it.
What could happen? Still, it was odd that he wanted to meet there instead of somewhere in Manhattan. He must have something to hide. Her doorbell rang, then Joan walked in dressed to pick up a man.
“You clean up good, girl,” Riley said.
She turned off her computer and tucked the details of the case into the back of her mind. For one night she wouldn’t think about leaks or firewall for handsome billionaires who knew how to give her orgasms beyond belief. For one night she was just Riley.
***
Dirk looked at his phone. He was pouting in front of the television. A football game was on, but he’d ceased to watch it. He had no idea the score or even who was playing. His mind was on Riley. Had she been telling him the truth? Maybe she hadn’t been cheating on him.
Chad wasn’t the best of men, but Zeke was his friend. Why would he lie? None of it made sense to him. If she was playing him then his instincts were off. He’d never known them to be wrong.
He’d made a mess of it, and now he was not sure what he should say if he called her. Not like him at all. He always knew the right thing to say. Always knew his next move. Riley stumped him.
His phone buzzed, but it took him a few minutes to look at it. Riley had sent him a text.
“I’m meeting someone about your leak. I’ll let you know when I’m done and give you info if it is significant.”
He sat up. She was meeting someone. It was his damned company. Why hadn’t she invited him along?
“Damn independent woman.”
She was going to handle this all by herself. All because she knew he was mad at her. Damn his temper. Damn his jealousy. He should be in better control, but Riley had him all out of sorts.
He dialed her number. She didn’t answer. It didn’t go right to voicemail, which meant she just ignored him. He called again. “Come on, Riley. Answer.”
This time the call went straight to voicemail. She’d either turned off her phone or denied his call. Damn. She was being obstinate. He should be in on this meeting. This was his company. Did she forget that? Or was she just being a pain because of his temper?
He paced across his living room, not enjoying the view at all. His brain went through many scenarios, some of which he didn’t like. She may not think corporate espionage was dangerous, but it could be. People were murdered over corporate secrets.
Then he remembered that he could track her. He’d turned on location services on her phone one day. He’d never used it, but he could now.
Booting up his laptop, he whistled. He’d find her. He wasn’t tech savvy, and as long as she didn’t realize that he’d turned on the service, he’d find her. He knew how to do this. One of his old girlfriends had taught him.
With a few clicks of his keys, he located Riley. In Brooklyn. He didn’t know much about that part of Brooklyn, so he used Google Earth to look at it. Warehouses. Not a nice neighborhood.
“Damn.”
He called his driver. He wasn’t going to take any of his cars into that area. No one would be around. Who knew what could happen.
His heart rate spiked. He had to go find her and get her. What if something happened to her? His driver arrived a few minutes later.
“This address,” he said to the man.
“Right, boss.”
The man had learned a long time ago not to ask too many questions. Some businessmen relied on their drivers to talk to. Dirk didn’t do that. The man needed to get him from one place to another. He paid him well with bonuses, but he didn’t see any reason to take his business advice.
Dirk tapped his foot, wishing the trip wouldn’t take so long. At least he was going to Brooklyn and not The Bronx. Maybe he should have called the cops, but he didn’t have anything to report. What would he
What could happen? Still, it was odd that he wanted to meet there instead of somewhere in Manhattan. He must have something to hide. Her doorbell rang, then Joan walked in dressed to pick up a man.
“You clean up good, girl,” Riley said.
She turned off her computer and tucked the details of the case into the back of her mind. For one night she wouldn’t think about leaks or firewall for handsome billionaires who knew how to give her orgasms beyond belief. For one night she was just Riley.
***
Dirk looked at his phone. He was pouting in front of the television. A football game was on, but he’d ceased to watch it. He had no idea the score or even who was playing. His mind was on Riley. Had she been telling him the truth? Maybe she hadn’t been cheating on him.
Chad wasn’t the best of men, but Zeke was his friend. Why would he lie? None of it made sense to him. If she was playing him then his instincts were off. He’d never known them to be wrong.
He’d made a mess of it, and now he was not sure what he should say if he called her. Not like him at all. He always knew the right thing to say. Always knew his next move. Riley stumped him.
His phone buzzed, but it took him a few minutes to look at it. Riley had sent him a text.
“I’m meeting someone about your leak. I’ll let you know when I’m done and give you info if it is significant.”
He sat up. She was meeting someone. It was his damned company. Why hadn’t she invited him along?
“Damn independent woman.”
She was going to handle this all by herself. All because she knew he was mad at her. Damn his temper. Damn his jealousy. He should be in better control, but Riley had him all out of sorts.
He dialed her number. She didn’t answer. It didn’t go right to voicemail, which meant she just ignored him. He called again. “Come on, Riley. Answer.”
This time the call went straight to voicemail. She’d either turned off her phone or denied his call. Damn. She was being obstinate. He should be in on this meeting. This was his company. Did she forget that? Or was she just being a pain because of his temper?
He paced across his living room, not enjoying the view at all. His brain went through many scenarios, some of which he didn’t like. She may not think corporate espionage was dangerous, but it could be. People were murdered over corporate secrets.
Then he remembered that he could track her. He’d turned on location services on her phone one day. He’d never used it, but he could now.
Booting up his laptop, he whistled. He’d find her. He wasn’t tech savvy, and as long as she didn’t realize that he’d turned on the service, he’d find her. He knew how to do this. One of his old girlfriends had taught him.
With a few clicks of his keys, he located Riley. In Brooklyn. He didn’t know much about that part of Brooklyn, so he used Google Earth to look at it. Warehouses. Not a nice neighborhood.
“Damn.”
He called his driver. He wasn’t going to take any of his cars into that area. No one would be around. Who knew what could happen.
His heart rate spiked. He had to go find her and get her. What if something happened to her? His driver arrived a few minutes later.
“This address,” he said to the man.
“Right, boss.”
The man had learned a long time ago not to ask too many questions. Some businessmen relied on their drivers to talk to. Dirk didn’t do that. The man needed to get him from one place to another. He paid him well with bonuses, but he didn’t see any reason to take his business advice.
Dirk tapped his foot, wishing the trip wouldn’t take so long. At least he was going to Brooklyn and not The Bronx. Maybe he should have called the cops, but he didn’t have anything to report. What would he
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