"Jim, Kathy, probably Tom from IT, and Laci since she took over for me." Christine slid him a side glance."You do."
Charlie gazed down at her. "True. Someone had access to the orders on your computer. Once he or she accessed your system, it became child's play to change the numbers, print, sign your name, and submit for payment."
"What about your signature?"
"I scan my invoices to you and leave the document unlocked so you can make changes. Again, child's play to whoever changed all the numbers."
"So the person who changed those orders did it from my computer?"
"All the information would be there. A quick click, change the numbers, and send to another computer to print out. It's not hard around our offices to find something you signed and copy your signature. Only he or she signed in the wrong place."
Her jaw dropped a bit. "You noticed?"
"Of course I did. You always sign directly over me. You like to be on top." He stroked her cheek. "In more ways than one."
Instead of his comment making her grin or blush, her shoulders slumped. "So this is my fault."
"This is not your fault." He raised her chin. "It's a violation of your office and computer, of you, me, us." He bent to capture her lips. Pulling her to her feet, he sank into her chair and tugged her onto his lap. "I think we started something a few minutes ago in the kitchen."
"But, Charlie, we need to..."
He thrust his hips up so she could feel what he needed. "Yes, we do."
"You're going to kill me," she said with a laugh.
"What a way to go." He opened her robe.
Christine wrapped around him, her arms, legs, and her delicious scent. "Remind me where we were."
Charlie palmed her breasts. "Here, I think."
She pushed aside his robe and stroked his cock. He responded instantly, hard and ready. "What about here?"
Their tongues mated as they strained to be closer. It should amaze him, this hunger, the way he couldn't seem to get enough no matter how many times they made love. Fondling and stroking, their moans and breathless sighs filled endless minutes. Christine opened above, welcoming him. The leather creaked as they rocked together, tighter, closer. Charlie held her gaze, gripping her hips, helping her move against him. He watched her teeth sink into her lower lip as she shook her head. Holding back, he realized, wanting him to release first. "Christine"—he grunted—"go over, come with me."
"Charlie, I tried, I can't wait, I, oh God." Christine leaned back, and tightened around him like a fist squeezing his cock. He moaned and flicked a finger back and forth across her clit, watching her as they both exploded over the edge.
***
"Are you sure you don't mind?" Charlie finished tying his shoes.
Christine laughed. "Jogging isn't my thing, but you go have fun."
"You did have a lot of exercise last night." He grinned.
"So did you." They'd taken a long hot bath then slipped into bed. His arms wrapped around her all night. "And you still have the energy to jog. My goodness. You're a man among millions."
"Don't you forget it either." He hugged her and whispered a suggestion for after his jog. She stood at the front door and waved him off, amazed how even the sound of his whisper made her desire flair. He disappeared around the corner. She hurried to the phone, searched through the numbers indexed, and dialed Tom's cell. He'd given it to her after a customer demanded visuals of last year's invoices and she needed help after regular hours with the graphics. "Hi, Tom, it's Christine Howell."
"Um, hi, Christine. When are you coming back? We all sure miss you."
"I hope very soon. I wanted to ask a few questions about computers." She could almost picture Tom's smile. "When I send the orders to be processed there's a computer log, right? A way you guys who run all the systems can see what my computer sends?"
"You make us sound like Big Brother or the CIA. But yes, there is. We can also track where documents and emails were sent, to whom, the day, and the time. It's called an electronic trace."
"Like telephone records?"
Tom laughed. "It's something similar."
"Could you pull the trace of my computer, with all the Hawaii orders for the last year and not let anyone find out what you're doing?"
"Is this about the case where you're accused of taking the corporation's money?" His voice stayed low as if he didn't want someone to overhear.
"If you don't want to help me, I understand. You could get in trouble, and I shouldn't have asked." Christine rubbed her temples. Stupid idea, it was crazy to think she might figure this out herself.
She heard voices and then he said, "Of course I'll help. You didn't steal. You don't have the computer savvy to do something like this."