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to think about the past. Callum had told him it wasn’t their fault, even though he knew it was.
    Rachel had accused him of being half
a man. If a man couldn’t get off without his friend then he wasn’t a man at
all. Cole couldn’t argue. He knew he wasn’t a full man.
    “Who do you think the crook is?” Callum asked.
    “I have no idea. I want to meet the
whole team before we start making assumptions.”
    The day passed with him assessing
each file wondering who could be trying to take their money. Whoever it was
they were trying to frame Simone. He didn’t like it. What was more, he didn’t know why he cared so much about her being
framed. He didn’t know her. He had only heard her cries of pleasure.
    Why did he care?
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    Simone walked into work on Monday morning
sensing the tension around the office. She was late because her alarm had lost
all power. The battery had died in the middle of the night. She held a
polystyrene cup of coffee in one hand and her phone in the other.
    “I’m sorry I’m late, sir,” she said.
    “I don’t care. Mr. Gallagher and Mr. Turner are waiting in the
conference room along with all your colleagues. Get your butt up here,” her
boss said.
    She nodded her head going to the reception desk. Milly was looking terrified as she answered calls. “What’s going on?” Simone asked.
    “Mr. Gallagher is that big client they’ve been talking about. The one
who is thinking of doing a takeover of this company,” Milly said. Her hands were shaking.
    “So,” Simone said. She’d known the account was big. One of her biggest
deals last year had been the Gallagher and Turner campaign she’d helped turn
into a success.
    “Rumour is they’re not happy and hoping to close the company down. Kate
and Lily are already working on their resume. They think everyone is going to
lose their jobs within the next month.” Milly began
biting her nails. Simone knew the other woman had three kids to worry about.
The family had fallen on hard times since her husband had lost his job at the
bank.
    “Hey, we all do a brilliant job. I’m sure we’ll settle this. Wish me
luck,” she said, moving around the front desk toward the elevator. So much for
a peaceful morning crunching numbers and answering calls. After seeing her
father and spending most of her time day-dreaming about the tall, dark, handsome
semi-stranger going by the name of Callum , Simone had
barely slept in the last two nights. Her body ached from the delicious torture Callum had given her Friday night.
    John spent a great deal of time trying to talk to her. She wasn’t
interested in a cheating scumbag, which brought her back to her father. Why was
he suddenly sniffing around her? She’d have to talk to her brother Daniel. She
hadn’t heard from him in some time. He was her father’s protégé, but they still
managed to get along.
    The elevator dropped her off at the fifth floor where her office and the
conference rooms lay. She quickly ran to her desk to see a harassed intern
shaking with a tray of coffee.
    “Miss Allusifa , they refuse to start without
you.”
    Simone took the tray from her. “Right, I’ll take this through. Will you
sort my mail and bring it to me at the best possible time?”
    “Yes, Miss.”
    “Please, call me Simone.” Before the intern had a chance to answer, Simone
was already at the conference room, opening the door with her butt. “Sorry, I’m
late, gentlemen.” She lifted her gaze to the men sitting at the head of the
table. Her heart stopped inside her chest.
    Shit! The stranger from Friday night sat staring at
her along with the blond guy from her walk of shame.
    The tray toppled to the floor, crashing the cups and coffee all over the
place. She winced as the hot liquid splashed her new pumps and burnt her
ankles. Simone pinched her arm while the men stared at her. She wasn’t waking
up.
    Without looking at them, she began clearing away the mess.
    Shit. Shit. Shit.