β Scribed by S.C. Wynne
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Senior Analyst Taylor Williams knows thereβs a embezzler at Peterton Financial, and heβs been doing everything he can to catch the crook. Unfortunately the numbers keep pointing to him being the thief. When corporate sends in Regional Manager, Phillip Daniels to catch the crook, itβs obvious he suspects Taylor right off the bat.
Phillip is gorgeous, sexy as hell and a hard ass. But when it comes to sexual attraction logic canβt compete. Even though he suspects Taylor might be the thief, he canβt keep himself from bringing him into his bed, time and time again. Will the numbers add up to a happy ending for these two?
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