Who Did What to Who?

Dane

Dane couldn't help but be impressed with how Delilah handled herself. Everything today had been chaotic from the moment she'd stepped in the door. Most women would have run screaming, or turned into some kind of robot that only did as they were told. Most men found it too hard to work for him simply because he intimidated them. But Delilah just pushed her shoulders back and held her ground.

Her strength made his stomach twist in a delicious way. He blinked and shoved the thought away.

He'd insisted on staying in the room as she interrogated Chris. She'd called it an interview, but Dane was having more fun than he'd had in months watching his brother squirm under her pointed questions and frank gazes. He'd tried to charm his way out of being detailed in his answers and Delilah hadn't taken it for a second.

"I am on your side, Chris," she'd said with a quick glance at Dane that he'd pretended to ignore. "But if you don't tell me everything, there's a risk we miss something important. I do this every day, and I'm good at it. I won't share your information with anyone without your permission. So you're going to have to trust me. That's why I was referred to you. Because anyone I've worked with will tell you that I am completely discreet. Unless you're some kind of criminal, no one will get a word out of me."

Chris had grinned, but she had simply kept her straight face and waited until he'd twisted his lips like a kid and started answering her questions. Mostly.

Delilah tapped furiously at her laptop, her forehead lined with concentration as she spat questions and noted Chris's responses. Dane couldn't fault her. She was exploring every possible angle that he could see.

His eyes trailed down the back of her neck. There was a tiny wisp of hair right at the nape of her neck that had curled away from the rest. The urge to twist it around his finger and kiss the space it left on her skin hit him so hard he had to stop pacing and sit behind his desk until he'd calmed down.

This woman was going to be trouble. But he was just grateful that he hadn't fired her when he'd wanted to. He could see that not only would she get to the bottom of this, she'd find a way to fix it.

He realized he wanted to trust her. Which was about the strangest thought he'd had in years.

Then Chris's voice cut through his daydreaming. His brother's normally deep voice had slid up high enough that Dane wanted to laugh.

"Seriously?" Chris's whined. "What difference does it make whether I instigated sex or she did?"

Delilah rubbed her temples as if she had a headache. "Because it gives me some insight into her motives and how she thinks. Either will be helpful. If she was targeting you—trying to get a personal relationship with you so she could use it, it might show us that. If she's just the kind of woman who likes to take control, that helps me know how to motivate her. Get in her head."

Chris's forehead furrowed. Dane almost laughed. His brother might have a shot at beating him in a fight, but Dane knew he was the brains. It was the only reason his father had taken so long to disown him—he'd wanted to use Dane's intelligence for his own purposes.

Dane rolled his shoulders and turned from that thought too.

"Ugh. Fine. I started it," Chris muttered. "But let's just say, I was pretty confident she wasn't going to say no."

Delilah nodded, her fingers tap-tap-tapping on the keyboard again. "And was there anything unusual you remember about your, er, relations that first time?"

"What?"

Delilah stopped typing and sighed. "Did you two do anything unusual, or did anything happen during your sexual activities that struck you as odd?"

Chris looked like he wanted to run from the room. Dane grinned.

"Who knows what's odd?" Chris said finally. His voice was still too high. And Dane was still grinning, but he tipped his head. What was his brother trying to avoid talking about? He wasn't usually uncomfortable talking about these things.

"I asked if there was anything odd to you," Delilah explained as if her patience was wearing out. "Any activities she led you towards or experiences that felt a little . . . off."

"Well, I'm of the opinion that when it comes to sex, whatever the lady wants, the lady should get. If you know what I mean. And she should get it over, and over, and over," Chris purred, leaning forward, toward Delilah. His voice now deeper than usual.

"Is that right?" Delilah said and he couldn't tell if she was amused or attracted. Dane's smile fell away.

He suddenly wanted to throw his brother against the wall.

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