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Samson's Lovely Mortal

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“Thanks, Oliver.”
Amaury hung up. “I guess that’s good news. Still one hell of a coincidence, but at least it doesn’t look like she’s a corporate spy.”
“Still doesn’t explain why she’s here with him,” Carl interjected. Amaury could feel Carl’s emotions—the man was protective of his boss and didn’t want him to get hurt again, least of all by a woman. “Do you think she knows who he is?”
Before Amaury could answer, the door to the kitchen opened and Samson waltzed in.
“Who’re talking about?” he asked.
“You,” Amaury answered. “We were wondering whether Delilah knows who you are.”
“I wish I knew.” It was the truth. It would make him feel a lot better if he knew what she knew about him. Whether it was his money she was after, or whether she was truly here for him. Without an ulterior motive. “Where is she?”
Amaury tipped his head toward the upper floor. “She came down earlier, grabbed a yogurt, and went back upstairs.” He paused. “Well, at least we know now who she is.”
Expectantly, Samson looked at this friend.
“She’s some sort of accounting person for Scanguards.”
Samson took a step back. He hadn’t expected this. “She works for me?” He was sleeping with one of his employees? Great, at the very least he was setting himself up for a sexual harassment suit.
“Looks like it. Oliver spent the entire day with her at Scanguards’ offices downtown, and the condo you picked her up from—it’s one of ours.”
Samson rubbed his forehead with his palm. “Then it’s true. She told me last night she’s an auditor.”
Amaury grinned. “You guys had time to talk?”
His friend was one to talk! Samson’s disapproving look stopped Amaury cold from making any further insinuations. His old friend made it sound like he was a sex-maniac. Of course they had talked, joked actually, teased and laughed, even after Carl had delivered the supply of condoms. As if all he did to entertain a woman was having sex with her!
“She said she’s from New York and here on an audit. Have you checked everything out?”
“Not yet, we just only reached our conclusion when you came in.”
“Carl, get Gabriel Giles on the phone.”
Gabriel was Director of Operations at the head office in New York, and since he was a vampire he’d be reachable, even if it was shortly past midnight on the East Coast.
“You’d better be right.” Samson looked at Amaury, a glimmer of hope sprouting in his chest.
Gabriel’s voice bellowed through the speaker a few seconds later. “Hey Samson, how you doing?” He sounded more like a Tony Soprano than a vampire. New York could do that to anybody.
“Good to hear your voice, Gabriel. Listen, I don’t want to keep you, but I need you to check something out for me. Did you guys send an auditor down to the San Fran office?”
“Let me check.” He could be heard typing something on a keyboard. “Sure did. Assignment started Monday. What about it?”
“What’s the auditor’s name?”
“Delilah Sheridan.”
Delilah stopped cold behind the kitchen door she was just about to open when she heard her name coming from a speaker phone. She held her breath. Why were they talking about her?
“Did you do a background check on her?” It was Samson’s voice she heard. A background check? On her? What was he trying to find? She held her breath, not wanting to give away that she was on the other side of the door.
“Sure did,” the other voice responded. “She’s clean. Nothing unusual. Single, no siblings, father is in a home, mother died two years ago. What do you want to know?”
“Does she know who I am?” Samson’s voice sounded strangely strained.
While she heard the question, she didn’t understand what he meant by it.
“Doubt it,” the voice shot back. “We certainly didn’t give her any more information than we needed to. You know our policy better than anybody. And since everything is owned by the trust, she couldn’t have seen your name in any of the documents.”
What documents? What the hell was the man talking about?
She’d heard enough. Samson was checking up on her, for whatever reason. She felt violated. Angrily she pushed the door to the kitchen open. Three sets of eyes instantly landed on her. Three surprised sets of eyes: Samson’s, Amaury’s, and Carl’s. They had all ganged up on her.