DEAD SEXY by Caitlin Falls Read Free Book Online

wad of trash in the wastebasket, most of it brown paper bags and foam drink cups.
    The cleaning staff must have been in at some point. She sat her files on the desk and stared across it at his chair, it had been used for so long there was a Pitt shaped indent in the brown leather and she was loathe to sit in the space that was his.
    “Thank God someone cleaned it,” Denise said from behind her. Jenna turned around to see her secretary standing in the doorway grimly clutching her own things to her chest. “I don’t know how Helen stood it for so long.”
    “Helen?”
    “His assistant. She was never a secretary, always an assistant. She retired last year.”
    “Who was his secretary lately?”
    “Nobody, he didn’t want anyone and let’s face it—the man was just riding out the days to retirement. He only had a few months.” Denise gave a disdainful sniff.
    Jenna was aware that everything that the boss did was known by their staff but to hear Denise speak so baldly about things nobody talked about made her feel uncomfortable. It was disrespecting the dead. To cover that she clapped her hands together briskly and said, “Well, I have work to do. I need the files for…” and with that her hectic day began.
    Blake was also in the middle of a hectic day. He had spent almost four hours running down the names of the maintenance crew and cleaning staff personnel, he found that every night maintenance was done somewhere in the building. The night before on Jenna’s floor alone a lamp had been replaced, carpet that had been wearing out had been taken up and relaid and a leaky faucet in the executive washroom had been repaired.
    The cleaning staff had been in every office except those that had been occupied. When he talked to one of the staff members later that evening she informed him that while it helped the executives to get ahead by staying late it often prevented the cleaning staff from doing their jobs, and more than one person had been fired for that.
    He knew was snooping into the investigation that the police should be handling and so he forced himself to concentrate on his own investigation as well. It was after nine when he decided to cut out for the day and when he passed the office where Jenna had taken up residence he saw the lights still on.
    He walked through the silent outer office and knocked on the closed door of the inner one before opening it. She looked up and he felt his dick stiffen and his heart contract. Under her eyes lay dark circles and she had taken her hair down, leaving it to hang in burnished waves to her shoulders. The chair she sat in was large, masculine, and it swallowed her delicate frame, made her look young and small and incredibly fragile.
    A surge of protectiveness washed over him. He said, “Let’s get out of here.”
    Jenna looked down at the files before her. She wanted to protest, she still had a few things to do and they could not wait. Or could they? Was she doing the same thing Pitt had done in this office, used it as a way to keep the loneliness he felt at home at bay?
    “Are you supposed to be consorting with the enemy?”
    “Yes, it how I get my best work done. In a past life I was Mata Hari.”
    “I bet you looked amazing in those veils,” Jenna could not help smiling. Blake had a wide streak of sunny humor below his dark exterior, and it filled her need for laughter.
    “You bet I did. And those harem pants too,” he actually did a slow shimmy that sent Jenna into convulsions of mirth. When she managed to stop chortling she looked up at him and realized that was exactly what he had wanted.
    The silence fell between them and she tapped her pen against a folder before speaking, “I did not kill Tom. Do you believe me?”
    “Yes.” He did, even though every instinct warned him not to draw a conclusion without proof. Why did she affect him so? She made him want to ride in on a white horse and save her and the truth was, Jenna Holt was hardly in need of saving, she