corporate businesswoman getup?”
“I came from work.” Kristin frowned. “Do you have his
address?”
Roxy cracked a smile. “Just the PO box printed on my
check.”
Kristin sighed. “Maybe Beth does. It’ll take some
serious schmoozing.”
“A word of advice.” The bartender glanced around. “His
house is the bat cave. Nobody’s been there, but we all know it exists. I doubt
your friend knows anymore than you do.”
She went back to her business and Kristin left after
mumbling her thanks. A show last night. A monster hangover. A missing Micah.
She didn’t like the way things were adding up. Kristin sat in her car and
dialed his cell again. Voicemail. She hung up and shifted through the file,
looking for an address. Like the bartender stated, the only thing listed was a
PO Box. She hung up and pursed her lips. He’d given her full access to his
financial records. Surely, the bank would have required a physical address.
Kristin dialed the bank phone number and spoke with the manager.
After telling him who she was, she stated, “I need to
verify that the address listed for Bosk Enterprises is correct.”
She gave him the information she had for the account
and waited while he looked it up. He gave her the address for her office.
“Great. And what about the address for the Chief Executive
Officer?”
“That would be 233 Willow Hollow Road,” the man said.
She smiled. “Thank you. Everything is listed
correctly. I appreciate your time.”
Kristin disconnected and turned the key in the
ignition.
****
Micah opened his eyes, groaning when the sunlight
streamed through his window right into his face. What the fuck? He rolled over, trying his best to hide from the
light.
“Are you planning on sleeping all day?”
He lifted his head and met Kristin’s eyes. “The idea
did appeal to me. How did you get inside my house?”
“I have my ways.” She pursed her lips. “I think I
might have the books figured out.”
That captured his attention. “Really?”
“Yes. It appears that your accountant was taking money
before he deposited it into the bank. I found plenty of credit card statements
after digging around and the numbers on the statements are almost twenty
percent more than the revenue deposited into your account and recorded in your
books. It appears he had a separate account for the statements that he wired
his money from to an off shore account then deposited your money into your
account without gaining a red flag.”
He rubbed his forehead. “Shit.”
“I’m sorry.”
He groaned. “Fuck!”
He tossed the blankets back and sat up. His mind ached
and the damn sun wasn’t helping matters any.
“Do you know where he’s at? I can have legal look into
pressing charges, but I need your permission.”
“I don’t know. He’s probably long gone by now. I want
to kill the fucker.”
Kristin cringed. “Don’t do that.”
He glanced over at her. “You not into conjugal
visits?”
She propped her hands on her hips. “I’m sure you
wouldn’t need conjugal visits as pretty as you are. You’d probably have more
action than you could handle.”
He grinned. “You think I’m pretty?”
She rolled her eyes. “Well you’re not ugly.”
He chuckled.
“How did your show go last night?”
Micah stopped and met her eyes. Damn, she’d make a
good private investigator. She knew way too much for her own good. He tilted
his head to the side, thinking about the previous night.
“It went okay.”
She propped her hand on her hip. “Okay?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s all you’re going to say?”
Micah lay back against the pillows. The previous night
was Doms showing Dom-wannabes the ropes, literally.
He hosted the event, giving demonstrations and advice to those who attended.
And he drank a lot. Too fucking much.
“What do you want me to say? Are you my girlfriend
now? Do I have to account for my time when I’m not with you?”
She had a decent poker face. He’d give her that.
“I came from work.” Kristin frowned. “Do you have his
address?”
Roxy cracked a smile. “Just the PO box printed on my
check.”
Kristin sighed. “Maybe Beth does. It’ll take some
serious schmoozing.”
“A word of advice.” The bartender glanced around. “His
house is the bat cave. Nobody’s been there, but we all know it exists. I doubt
your friend knows anymore than you do.”
She went back to her business and Kristin left after
mumbling her thanks. A show last night. A monster hangover. A missing Micah.
She didn’t like the way things were adding up. Kristin sat in her car and
dialed his cell again. Voicemail. She hung up and shifted through the file,
looking for an address. Like the bartender stated, the only thing listed was a
PO Box. She hung up and pursed her lips. He’d given her full access to his
financial records. Surely, the bank would have required a physical address.
Kristin dialed the bank phone number and spoke with the manager.
After telling him who she was, she stated, “I need to
verify that the address listed for Bosk Enterprises is correct.”
She gave him the information she had for the account
and waited while he looked it up. He gave her the address for her office.
“Great. And what about the address for the Chief Executive
Officer?”
“That would be 233 Willow Hollow Road,” the man said.
She smiled. “Thank you. Everything is listed
correctly. I appreciate your time.”
Kristin disconnected and turned the key in the
ignition.
****
Micah opened his eyes, groaning when the sunlight
streamed through his window right into his face. What the fuck? He rolled over, trying his best to hide from the
light.
“Are you planning on sleeping all day?”
He lifted his head and met Kristin’s eyes. “The idea
did appeal to me. How did you get inside my house?”
“I have my ways.” She pursed her lips. “I think I
might have the books figured out.”
That captured his attention. “Really?”
“Yes. It appears that your accountant was taking money
before he deposited it into the bank. I found plenty of credit card statements
after digging around and the numbers on the statements are almost twenty
percent more than the revenue deposited into your account and recorded in your
books. It appears he had a separate account for the statements that he wired
his money from to an off shore account then deposited your money into your
account without gaining a red flag.”
He rubbed his forehead. “Shit.”
“I’m sorry.”
He groaned. “Fuck!”
He tossed the blankets back and sat up. His mind ached
and the damn sun wasn’t helping matters any.
“Do you know where he’s at? I can have legal look into
pressing charges, but I need your permission.”
“I don’t know. He’s probably long gone by now. I want
to kill the fucker.”
Kristin cringed. “Don’t do that.”
He glanced over at her. “You not into conjugal
visits?”
She propped her hands on her hips. “I’m sure you
wouldn’t need conjugal visits as pretty as you are. You’d probably have more
action than you could handle.”
He grinned. “You think I’m pretty?”
She rolled her eyes. “Well you’re not ugly.”
He chuckled.
“How did your show go last night?”
Micah stopped and met her eyes. Damn, she’d make a
good private investigator. She knew way too much for her own good. He tilted
his head to the side, thinking about the previous night.
“It went okay.”
She propped her hand on her hip. “Okay?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s all you’re going to say?”
Micah lay back against the pillows. The previous night
was Doms showing Dom-wannabes the ropes, literally.
He hosted the event, giving demonstrations and advice to those who attended.
And he drank a lot. Too fucking much.
“What do you want me to say? Are you my girlfriend
now? Do I have to account for my time when I’m not with you?”
She had a decent poker face. He’d give her that.
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