Chapter 9 Finding the mole

It was now time to find the mole-the person leaking information and secrets about Blackthorn Corporation.

"This will not be easy," Sloane said.

"Finding the mole?" Damien asked, not waiting for her response. "Actually, it will be. We just need to find the people responsible for the attack. That way, we can torture our way up the ladder and find the mole inside our company."

If they were to find the mole from Blackthorn's side, they would have to interrogate many suspects, or worse, wrongly accuse people-further dividing the team as fractured as it already was. The lack of trust would escalate.

He's smarter than I thought. Maybe he's really built for this. He impresses me every time, Sloane thought.

Damien was in his living room, watching TV, when the maid informed him he had a visitor. The visitor was the family's lawyer.

"Good day, Mr. Damien," the lawyer greeted as they exchanged pleasantries.

Damien offered him a drink.

"I came to inform you about the marriage. The Langfords have agreed to the wedding and the terms. They want this done as soon as possible, so they've picked next week for the ceremony," the lawyer said.

"Next week? Isn't that too soon?" Damien asked, a bit surprised.

"Well, I believe it's for the best. Plus, I didn't expect them to agree to your idea of a private wedding. This is the least you can do for them," the lawyer said, subtly reminding Damien that compromise was expected. After discussing some business matters about the company, the two men called it a day.

Damien was later discussing increased security at the port with one of his men, talking about how to avoid further damage, when Sloane approached. As he saw her, he began wrapping up the conversation.

"Seems like you're busy, sir. I'll come back later," Sloane said, turning to leave.

"No, no. I was just finishing up. Give me two minutes to add some final instructions."

The guard couldn't help but stare at Sloane. She never dresses like this. Is she trying to seduce the new boss? Or maybe I'm overthinking it. How could Sloane care about any man? the guard wondered as he walked away.

But Sloane did care. And she cared a lot. Earlier that afternoon, she had gone shopping for more feminine clothes-ones that would show off her curves but still appear casual, so no one would suspect anything. But tonight, she wore something sexy-very sexy. A short red gown that rested slightly above her thighs, and her large breasts pressed against the fabric, her nipples visible through the thin material.

She knew what she was doing. And if Damien were to ask why she was dressed like this, she'd just claim she was preparing for bed.

"What do you need from me, Sloane?" Damien asked, struggling not to look at her chest. Nipples were his weakness.

"It's about how we're going to catch the mole."

"The traitor? We'll have to wait for them to attack again before we get one," Damien replied.

"Yes, I know. That's why I want to get word out about a fake shipment coming in by road. When they attack, we'll get our chance and take some for questioning," Sloane said.

But Damien didn't hear a word she said. He was too busy lusting after her thighs and the shape of her perky, medium-sized breasts. He wanted to do something rash-he hadn't had a woman since he returned from China. Over there, he was a ladies' man, and the news of his black dick had spread widely.

He started walking slowly toward Sloane. He was wearing shorts-and he was aroused. Sloane could clearly see the bulge, bigger than she'd imagined. She had seen it before, but it hadn't been aroused then.

Sloane took a step back as Damien took a step forward. She now had her back to the door, with nowhere to escape. Damien placed one hand on the door beside her head, the other appearing as if it might move toward her neck-or so she imagined.

He was in the perfect position for a kiss, and Sloane had already closed her eyes, waiting.

Suddenly, she heard a sound-something opening-but she hadn't yet received the kiss. She opened her eyes.

"What are you doing?" she asked, startled.

"I'm trying to get inside the house. The mosquitoes from the garden are disturbing my legs," Damien said casually, attempting to hide his erection, unaware that Sloane had already noticed.

They both went in and sat at the dining table. The atmosphere was awkward-until Sloane spoke again.

"As I was saying... we feed them false information and catch them," she recapped quickly.

"That's good, Sloane. I think it'll work. Set up everything and let me know. I think I'll be going to bed now," Damien said.

Sloane was disappointed. She had hoped something would happen, but it seemed like it wouldn't-at least not anytime soon.

In a last act of desperation, she asked, "Isn't it too early to go to bed? Maybe we could talk about other business?"

"I'm not feeling too well, Sloane. I have a migraine," Damien said as he walked up the stairs.

Damn, I really want to fuck her, he thought. But maybe she'll decline. She's just so hot... Damien feared rejection from his most trusted and closest associate. If she said no, it could affect their business relationship-and he couldn't risk that.

What he didn't know was that Sloane wanted him just as badly. After he left, she made a few calls and arranged everything before heading to bed.