Identity by K. J. Cazel Read Free Book Online

her eyelashes.
    "Glad to be of service," nodding in a cavalier manner.
    Rodney engaged the elevator button again. The doors immediately opened.  He followed the junior editor in. 
    "Seventh floor?" He asked.
    "You remembered."
    "How could I forget such a beautiful woman?"
    The junior editor blushed with a warm feeling engulfing her because the owner of the company remembered her. 
    "How long have you been working here?"
    "I've been here two years.  Recruited directly from college."
    Rodney pushed the STOP button. 
    "Your name?"
    "Hailey Morgan form Davenport, Iowa at your service," she said cheerfully.
    "Hailey, I'd like to see you again.  Would that be okay with you?"
    "I'd be honored." Her heart fluttered to think a rich, good-looking man wanted to date her.  Not that she wasn't a looker, but never anyone with both looks and money and ever asked her out.
    "You know it would have to be kept a secret.  Can't afford the publicity right now."
    "I understand."
    "I'll be in touch."  He pushed the START button. The elevator rose to the seventh floor.  Hailey nodded good-by.  Rodney continued to the tenth floor.
    As he stepped out of the elevator, Mrs. Green looked up, smiled while greeting him.
    "Mr. Williams, Chuck Bowman is in your office waiting."
    "Thank you."  He entered his office and closed the door behind him.
    "Chuck, I'm glad you could get those figures together so soon.  Let's go over them."
    Chuck handed him a two-page report that Rodney took over to his desk as he sat down.  There was silence in the room as Rodney looked over the figures. Rodney was impressed by the conciseness of report that Bowman provided.
    "These figures reinforces that Robinson—Williams is in a strong financial position."
    "Rodney, we always have run a tight ship.  Is there some concern now?"
    "With Sarah's death, the vultures are hovering.  There is a strong offer from Kaiser Publishing to buy our company."
    "I think it should be the other way around.  We are a lot stronger than they are."
    "That's what I thought.  Leave these numbers with me.  I'll keep you posted." Rodney thought he wasn't going to let anything happen to his personal piggy bank. 
    Chuck gathered his back up files, stood up and left the room closing the door behind him. 
    ***
    Rodney opened his laptop.  His e-mail account showed 32 new e-mails.  He could tell from the subject line that he was still getting e-mails expressing condolences. He check-marked each of them and clicked Delete, leaving the remainders to be answered later.  He reached into his coat pocket and opened his personal cell phone.  He punched the main number for the company.  The automatic answering system gave several prompts.  After punching the correct prompt, he punched the first three keys for MOR. 
    Hailey looked at her phone and saw that the screen read,' unknown number.' After the third ring she answered, "Hailey Morgan."
    "Hi, it's Rodney."
    Hailey flushed and took a deep breath replying, "Oh, I'm so glad you called."
    "So am I.  Hailey I like to take you to dinner tonight, but I have to restate that no one can find out about it.  Are you sure you're okay with that?"
    "Yes, oh yes."
    As Rodney sat at his desk, he knew he was getting a hard-on while he was talking to her.
    "Okay, give me your address and I'll pick you us at 6:30."
    Hailey didn't hesitate and quickly whispered her address in the phone.   
    Their conversation ended. 
    Rodney unzipped his pants and pulled out his engorged penis, thinking be patient. Remember details, details. His hand worked the up and down motion until he ejaculated on his hand, some spilling on his pants. He went to the adjoining bathroom to clean up.
    ***
    At 6:28 Rodney pulled Sarah's black SUV in front of Hailey's apartment.  It was perfect...it was a No Parking Zone.  He put the SUV in park and flipped open his cell phone. He punched in Hailey's number.  She saw, again, that the phone read, 'unknown number.'
    "Rodney?" 
    “I