Page 41 of Sins of our Fathers

I give him a questioning look at that. “Boss?”

He shrugs, a light smile playing on his lips.

“Well,subordinate, I have some things to do. And honestly, I don’t know what to do with you yet. So for now, just shut up.”

He chuckles, giving me a small salute.

“Got it.”

I roll my eyes, turning my attention back to the documents in front of me.

Despite the factI should be reviewing these numbers for the board meeting tomorrow, my mind can’t help but wander. What the fuck should I do with the unknown and dangerous man sitting across from me?

I wonder if Kris will be able to find out any more about him. When the man is motivated, he can return amazing results. I don’t doubt it’ll be the same with this. And when I do find out who Sin really is, who raised him and where he came from, then what? Will my interest be gone with the mystery?

I shrug internally. Doesn’t really matter. If I get bored, I’ll do what I’ve always done and either sell him or give him to the butcher.

My eyes wander over to him, frowning as I take in the look on his face.

“What the fuck are you smiling at?” I snap, and his grin grows.

“You were just thinking about me.”

I feel my cheeks heat up but ignore it, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Can you shut the fuck up for even five minutes?”

He stifles the laugh and tries to straighten his mouth, nodding with as serious of an expression as he appears to be able to muster. I groan and turn my attention back to the reports, my cheeks still on fire.

“You know,” he interrupts only seconds later. “I’m not a moron. I could maybe help you with what you’re working on.”

I give him a wry look. “And how do you have any idea what I’m working on?”

He shrugs. “I know there’s some big contract you’re working on.”

My eyes narrow on him, but he continues. “I’m not a fucking idiot. Oh, and you did keep me in your fucking office.”

Chapter 25

Sin

“You could tellme more about it,” I suggest, doing my best to keep my tone light. Not easy for a man like me whose voice while at its best described as gravely and rugged, at worst coarse and unrefined.

She gives me a glance, considering it.

“Not like I’m going anywhere,” I point out, and I swear, I see a twinkle in her eye. Twisted bitch. She sighs, sitting back and putting her hands behind her head. I can’t help but admire the long curve of her body. I want another taste.

I push the thought from my mind and watch as the decision crosses her face.

“You know what we do here?” she asks. I don’t hesitate before I respond.

“Human trafficking.” The simple answer.

Her head bobs in confirmation. She looks at me for a moment, and I can see the wheels turning behind her eyes.

“We offer many services, but that’s it in a nutshell. Do you know who our highest priced acquisitions are?”

“Acquisitions,” I snort and she glares at me.