Burning For Claire (The O'Connell Family Book 2) by C.M. Steele Read Free Book Online

large cash withdrawals. I was afraid to think something illegal was going on, but it looked a hell of a lot like it.
    I couldn’t find anything to justify the transactions. There were bills for equipment, but they were on the statements. I just put it down to take another drink when she came out in tiny fucking shorts and a tank top that wasn’t hiding her large breasts or her peaked nipples.
    “Come on, babe. Are you trying to get rid of me?” I groaned.
    “No, why is there something wrong with my pajamas or body,” she whispered in embarrassment, uncertain of her natural beauty.
    “Nothing, except for the fact that I promised not to have sex with you tonight,” I growled. I stood up and showed her the damaged she caused. My cock was pressed hard against my zipper and clearly visible to the naked eye.
    She groaned, “I’m sorry. I can change.”
    “No, Claire. Come sit your sleepy ass down, and I’ll give you a foot massage.” I tapped the seat next to me on the sofa. She sat down, but that wasn’t enough for me, so I snatched up her feet and lifted them over my legs.
    “Don’t keep spoiling me. I might get used to it,” she warned.
    “Get used to it,” I replied.
    She grabbed my beer and took a drink. Then she spit that shit out fast as hell. “This tastes like shit.”
    “I don’t even want to know how you know what shit tastes like.”
    “Ha-ha. Funny. How do you drink this?”
    “Easy, like this.” I took a swig and asked, “You want to kiss me now, babe.”
    “Nope.”
    “Fine, lay back and let me rub you right.”
    “Okay,” she moaned as I started touching her little feet. Then she grabbed the papers on the table.
    “Don’t worry about that right now. Just relax.”
    “I don’t have time for that. This is more pampering than I’ve had over the last year.”
    “Take advantage of it and wait,” I stated. 
    “I can’t. It’s been bugging me that I’m not on top of things.” I didn’t want to keep pestering her about it, but I also didn’t want to bring it up.
    It was a minute in to looking at the bank statement that I realized she caught the problem. She then grabbed the last month’s statement and dropped it on the floor.
    She pulled her feet out of my lap and stood up. Her tears were on the brink. “I don’t understand,” she whined to herself. She kept looking at the withdrawal like it was going to change. My poor girl looked broken, and I didn’t like that shit.
    She turned to me and accused, “You saw this already, didn’t you?”
    I shrugged and guiltily replied, “Yes. I did. I noticed it when you were in the bath, but I didn’t want to stress you out about it.”
    “What the hell happened? How did this happen?” she said angrily to herself.
    “You said you let your staff help with the books. The only thing I can think of is maybe one of them got a little greedy.”
    “Jane and Rita worked on it together.”
    “I don’t know the other girls, but Tad didn’t seem that shady.”
    “He’s not. He didn’t touch the books. Tad’s dyslexic and has a hard time focusing on things like this.”
    “I had a hard time. My eyes crossed a couple of times, and I don’t have any issues. I don’t know how accountants do it.” I tried to make light of the situation, but I was really too pissed to try.
    “I don’t understand how this happened,” she bemoaned to herself.
    “Baby, did you buy anything or ask any of your staff to buy some equipment in cash?”
    “No. Never. The tax issues would be too much to deal with, so I just pay invoices with my card or checks,” she cried. I stood up and wrapped her in my arms as she sobbed.
    My anger was boiling over for these broads. I know they both have to be involved. I felt it in my gut.
    “I need to make a call. Can you give me a minute?” I asked.
    “Sure, I have to go wash my face.”
    “You still look beautiful, my pixie.”
    I walked out into the hallway and made a call to one of my brothers. He’s a