Conflict of Interest

chapter 14


Kenzie snuggled into the sturdy body behind her, loving the feeling of Scott’s arm wrapped around her. His blankets were soft and warm against her bare skin. She watched the sun creep across the floor through the heavy blinds, glinting off the glass of framed game artwork, industry awards. Glaring off photos on Scott’s dresser of him with Zach and Rae. Warming the flannel sheets covering them both.

Ambivalence warred in her thoughts, making it difficult to completely enjoy the moment. The night before had been incredible, and she wanted it to happen again and again. Except that wasn’t how purely physical relationships worked.

That and there was the tiny detail that she was sleeping with a client—something that could get her fired if anyone ever found out. Ever had a reason to question if it had been a conflict of interest.

A relationship she wanted more than almost anything, with a man she didn’t think felt the same way. She was so screwed.

He kissed the back of her neck, breath warm on her skin, and pulled her closer. “Morning.”

“Hey.” Her voice was soft. She wanted to cling to the perfectness of the morning as long as possible.

His hand moved up her thigh, stopping on her bare stomach. “I think I owe your sister a thank you note.”

She smiled at the implication. “Don’t encourage her. It doesn’t always turn out this well.”

He nipped at her shoulder. “I’m hoping it’s never turned out this well. I’d hate to think I have competition.”

She sighed at the light kisses, tilting her head back to give him access to her earlobe. A soft whimper slipped out when he accepted the invitation. “Speaking of family, you have so many pictures of yourself as an adult, where are the ones of you as a child?”

His posture shifted behind her, growing rigid for a moment before he relaxed. “I try and avoid my past. Daddy issues and all that.”

Crap, she was ruining the moment. She didn’t want that. “I’ll file that under topics that make Scott McAllister uncomfortable, and we’ll move on.”

He pulled her closer, grip tightening around her for a moment in a squeeze before he relaxed again. “Nope, nothing makes me uncomfortable. But Scott Evans is still haunted by his childhood.”

Had he really…? He had. His old last name. He’d just revealed a bit of the past she’d never been able to uncover. She should move on, change the subject, but she was curious. “Why does that name sound familiar?”

He exhaled. “You’ve probably seen the name on license plate rims.”

Her eyes grew wide. Scott Evans owned a massive chain of car dealerships across several states. “So you’re … really?”

“Yeah, he’s my father.”

Wow. The shock sank in. It didn’t change how she felt about him, but there was something about knowing he’d come from so much money that boggled her mind. He was so down to earth.

He molded against her again, but something felt off. His lips slid along her shoulder. “Not that I mind talking about my past, except that I kind of do, so instead can I buy you breakfast?”

In public. On a weekend. With a client and very obviously wearing his clothes. This time she was the one to stiffen. She failed to keep the discomfort to herself. “Do you get room service up here?”

He dropped his arm and sat, pushing away from her. “I meant the diner on the corner. They make an incredible omelet. Unless French toast is more your thing.”

Her brow furrowed. She needed to save this. Get the warmth and comfort back. She rolled onto her back and tilted her head up enough to brush her lips over his, propping herself up on her elbows. “I’m enjoying the moment. I bet we could figure out something to do here.”

He didn’t return the kiss, jaw set in a hard line. “Please don’t do this.”

She stuck out her lower lip. “Do what? The company is nice. It should be like this more often.”

He stood and backed away. “Hidden from public view like the uncle no one mentions at Thanksgiving because he’s in prison?”

She slumped back, arms crossed over her chest. “Don’t be like this.”

“Right, this is all on me.” He shook his head and turned away. “I’ll call you a cab to take you back to your car.” He riffled through his drawer and pulled out a pair of sweats. “Sorry I don’t have anything less ‘me’ to loan you. If you take the back elevator, no one will notice you leaving.”

The ice in his voice devoured her almost as much as his implication, but she couldn’t take it back. She was right about needing to stay discreet.

* * * *

Kenzie stepped from the elevator, the sight of the all-glass office making her gut do another somersault. She didn’t know if she should be here, but the meeting was already on her calendar, and since he hadn’t canceled, she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to see him again. Not that she knew what she would say. She wanted him so much, and she so very much couldn’t have him.

She steeled her resolve and tried to push her emotions aside. She needed to be removed. It was the only option since they were still working together.

She pasted a smile in place as she approached the receptionist. The girl looked up, joy genuine. “Scott says you can go on back.”

“Thanks.” Kenzie kept walking, afraid if she paused to make small talk she wouldn’t be able to make her feet move again. She could do this. She was in control; she could make it through this meeting. They were just touching base, and she’d never seen Scott stay angry, so she was probably stressed about nothing.

He glanced up when she paused in the doorway and then nodded to the chair across from his desk. “I’m sorry, I need to finish this email. I’ll be right with you, Miss Carter.”

She winced at the formality. But it was necessary, right? She let the door swing shut behind her.

He still didn’t look at her. “You sure you don’t want that open? People might talk.”

Ouch. She took her seat. “I’m sure it will be fine.” She crossed her legs and folded her hands on her knees, eyes growing wide when she took a second glance at him. He was wearing a black button-down and a pencil tie that made his stern expression almost malevolent. He looked gorgeous. And so very not himself.

He finally turned his attention to her. “I’m sorry again to keep you waiting. Did we have an agenda?” There was no catch in his voice. No sarcasm or bitterness. Or anything.

It was exactly what it should be. So why did it make her skin crawl? She pulled a printout from her bag and slid it across the desk. “I’m sorry I didn’t make copies, but I know what’s on there.”

He scanned the print out. “It’s my schedule for the next few weeks.”

“That’s right. That’s the agenda.” She stopped herself at the last minute, deciding not to put emphasis on the word “agenda.” “You’ve got a charity function in a few days. I wanted to make sure you have everything you need.”

His expression stayed flat. “I’m not sure. The invite says casual, but I don’t know if that means khakis and an Izod, or Oxford and a tie.”

She furrowed her brow. “It probably means casual.”

“I don’t think so.” He shook his head. “Cosmo says business men in jeans are the leading cause of global warming.”

Seriously? She couldn’t take it anymore. “Why are you acting like this?”

He looked at her, dark eyes blank. “I don’t understand.”

She clenched her teeth. “This formal bullshit. What are you doing?”

His smile looked painted on. “It may have escaped your attention, but your contract cost us a lot of money. I’m trying to get some use out of it. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Something throbbed in her chest. “I didn’t want you to completely surrender yourself.”

His smile vanished, the eerie flat expression returning to take its place. He stood, hands clasped, and moved to stand behind her chair. “You’re sure?”

She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of turning. “I’m positive. This isn’t about being someone else. It’s all about appearances.”

“Of course.” He traced a finger up the back of her bare neck. “Appearances are important.” His voice was low and smooth. “So help me out because I think I’m still missing something.” His fingertips glided along her collarbone. “I’m not allowed to flirt where someone might see.” He trailed up her jaw. “But behind closed doors you can do whatever you want.” His breath brushed the outside of her ear. “And then you throw a fit when I finally act the way you tell me to.”

The cold in his voice was a shocking contrast to his warm touch. She desperately wanted to sink into the gesture, but forced herself to stay upright. Air rushed in around her when his hand dropped away. She could tell he had stepped back, but didn’t know how far and wasn’t going to cave and look.

“So we need some ground rules.” His voice was low, seductive. “I can have you when you’re in the mood? You can tease me as long as I don’t take it too seriously? If I let anyone get to know the real me, my entire livelihood is destroyed?”

Every word bit deeper, but she didn’t know what else to do. It was also all true, at least as long as they were working together. She was on her feet in an instant, spinning to face him. Her breath caught when she realized how close he was standing. Her heels kept her at eye level with him, and his gaze threatened to capture her.

She pushed it all aside. “This isn’t easy for me either. I want you desperately.” The confession slipped out before she could stop it. Screw it, no one was looking, she could be honest. “Walking that fine line between how attracted I am to you and how damaging indulging would be to my career is devastating.” She hesitated and then brushed her lips over his.

Her pulse screamed in anticipation when he tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. His lips brushed her throat, and she gasped in response.

“So I can have you right now?” His hungry growl rolled through the room. “While no one is watching?”

She wanted to be bold, aggressive, in control. But she wanted him more. “Yes.”

He let go and stepped away until the door stopped him. He clasped his hands behind his back, gaze never leaving her. “So you can keep your job and still get what you want? So you don’t have to tell anyone the scruffy-looking nerfherder with the massive ego made you scream in pleasure just by talking to you?”

His eyes never left hers, and she realized it was hurt staring back at her, not the barely controlled fury she expected. His voice was quiet, but firm. “I’m not here to sate whatever repressed bad-girl desires you’ve built up. I’m not the guy you call because you want to get off, and no one else is naughty enough. F*ck, if that’s what you’re looking for, I am so very tame. Or maybe you’re not ready for more than that yet. As long as I don’t get any kinkier, you can still claim you’re a good girl?”

It ripped through her to hear her own motivations thrown back in her face. Tore at her to hear it laid out so coldly and to realize how much it was hurting him.

He looked away finally. “F*ck it. I’m tired of trying to guess what’s going on in your head. You want me, you don’t want to be around me, I irritate you, I excite you, and God forbid anyone knows how desperately I want to f*ck you. Or even worse, that it might run deeper than that.”

She closed the distance between them, staring him down and hating herself for what she had to say. “I don’t know what you want from me. This was never meant to be serious. It was a kiss in a parking lot between strangers. A flirt in a dressing room to take off the edge. A couple of naughty words in the heat of the moment. It’s become counterproductive.”

His smile was cold. “You’re really fond of that phrase, aren’t you Miss Carter? Contrary to what you think, I’m not incompetent. I’m not an idiot. I’ve survived the last decade without your help, and you don’t want to be here, so tell me, why are you? What keeps you coming back?”

She couldn’t answer that question. She’d asked herself the same thing a million times, and her gut always clenched when she got close to an answer. Screw this. “That’s it, we’re done,” she snarled. “Move.”

“Answer my question.”

She glared at him, forcing the lie out and hating the way it burned past her lips and left a gaping void inside. “Nothing. There is nothing to keep me coming back.”

His mask slipped, hurt and disbelief rushing in to replace it, and he stepped aside, opening the door as he moved. “Got it.”