Risking It All.... Yvonne Lindsay

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      Lynn laughed. “So true. Anyway, you’d better call Ms. Moore. She’s getting on my nerves.”

      “Will do. Hopefully I’ll be home in a day or two.” A twinge of sadness shot through her. Once she left she probably wouldn’t ever see John again. Which would make last night’s tryst a one-night stand. Shame swept over her in a hot tide. She’d fallen so easily into his arms. Worse yet, she craved the feel of his arms around her right now. Of his hot kisses claiming her mouth, the powerful sensation of him moving inside her.

      “Are you still there?” Lynn asked.

      “Yes. Yes. Just going over some notes.” Now she was lying. What next? If anyone found out that she’d had an affair with the man whose business she was supposed to be investigating, she’d be fired. She’d probably lose her accreditation and would never be able to find another job in the field.

      “They must be pretty interesting notes. And you’re missing some exciting happenings here at Creighton Waterman. Someone walked in on Lacey, the new trainee, getting up close and personal with Aaron Whitlow.”

      “What?” Mr. Whitlow was the straitlaced senior executive who gave them their annual reviews. “He must be twice her age. Maybe even three times!”

      “I know. Everyone is freaking out. Worse yet, the person who saw them was Leah, the head of personnel.”

      “Did Lacey get fired?”

      “She did. It makes me mad. Why does she have to leave? Why not him?”

      “He’s in a position of power.”

      “That’s hardly fair. She should file a sexual harassment lawsuit. But she didn’t want to. She said it was consensual. She was so upset, crying and red faced. I think she really cared about him.”

      Constance swallowed. “It is odd that relationships at work are so taboo. That is where most of us spend our time, after all.”

      “It’s because we’re supposed to behave like robots who only care about doing our jobs. Not actual people with feelings. Whitlow’s acting more robotic than ever, of course. Muttering orders under his breath, looking down his snooty nose at people. It does make me laugh to picture him fooling around with a much younger woman. Apparently she was sitting on his desk with her skirt up around her waist!”

      “Yikes.” Constance wanted to cringe. Desire. The same thing that had lured her irresistibly into John’s encouraging arms. When examined in the cold light of day, it was embarrassing and inappropriate. What would Lynn—or anyone—say if they could have seen her last night, writhing with pleasure in John’s bed?

      “The scandal has certainly livened things up around here, let me tell you. You’re missing all the fun.”

      “You know I hate gossip.” She tried to stay out of the petty squabbles around the watercooler.

      “I’ll certainly never see Whitlow in the same light again, that’s for sure.”

      “Isn’t he a widower? Maybe he was lonely.” Great. Now she was defending a man who’d fooled around with a much younger employee. Of course as a transgressor herself, she could sympathize with him in a way she’d never have been able to imagine even a week ago.

      Maybe this whole experience was part of her journey toward greater compassion and understanding. It was pretty humbling, all right. “I have another call coming in.”

      “All right. Call Nicola Moore at the BIA before she comes down there looking for you.”

      “Will do.” She hung up and grabbed the other call, adrenaline firing because she could see it was John.

      “Good morning, gorgeous.”

      Heat rose up from her chest. “Good morning yourself. I can’t believe you let me sleep in like that. I’m so embarrassed.”

      “You looked so peaceful that I didn’t want to disturb you. I had to get up for a media interview.”

      “I saw you doing it.” She didn’t want to say what she’d heard about the accusations against his uncle. It didn’t seem appropriate given their professional relationship. Still, she wanted to hear how he’d describe it. “What were they asking you about?”

      He paused for a moment. “Nothing very interesting. The usual stuff.”

      So he was going to hide it from her. Surely he’d know she could see it on the news or read it on the internet? “I suppose they’re often hoping to stir up a story. Speaking of which, there’s a sex scandal going on at my office right now. If they had any idea what I was up to I’d be out on my ear.”

      “I won’t tell them. It’s none of their business.”

      “I suppose not. You’re not sleeping with me to cloud my judgment, are you?” She said it in jest, but once the words were out she realized she wasn’t entirely kidding.

      He laughed. “If I was, would it be working?”

      “Of course not. I have tremendous integrity.” She was trying to convince herself as much as him.

      “Tremendous, huh? That is impressive. And I’d expect nothing less of you. Seriously, though, you should probably know that the media has got a wild hair about my uncle Don. I’m sure it will blow over soon, but they’re trying to find him guilty of something, so you may as well hear it from me and not from the BIA.”

      “What do they think he’s done?”

      “I don’t know. I don’t think they care. Anything they can cook up will do. Want to get together for lunch? It’s almost noon.”

      “Noon?” She gulped. “I can’t. I’m not even at the casino. I’m still at my hotel getting changed. I need to focus completely on work for the rest of the day.”

      “And the night?”

      “And the night.” She blinked. No sense giving him a chance to make plans that were going to rope her even deeper into this impossible affair. One night with him had been intoxicating enough. Another and she might never regain her sanity. “I really need to concentrate on my work. Last night was...”

      “Wonderful.”

      “Yes, it was.” She had to admit it. “But I’m here to do a job.” And we both know this is going nowhere.

      “That’s true, but I want to make sure you don’t work too fast. I don’t want to lose you any sooner than I have to.”

      So he could easily admit that their affair had a built-in end. The little pang of sorrow surprised her. “I do have other projects I need to get back to.”

      “It’s a shame your office isn’t local. Why would they hire someone from Ohio to investigate a casino in Massachusetts?”

      “I think they do that to encourage impartiality. Since I’m not local, I have no stake in building or maintaining a relationship with the New Dawn casino.”

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