CEO's Marriage Seduction / His Style of Seduction. Anna DePalo
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a nondescript office building,” Ron continued with dark relish. “Newell’s not even shelling out for a cheap motel on a regular basis.”
“Great.”
Not great. Ron’s information made him wonder just how empty Newell’s pockets were and how desperate Carter was to marry an heiress.
“I’ve got the video and telephoto lens for the parking lot interlude.”
“Are you sure this wasn’t a one-night stand?” Griffin asked.
He wanted to go to Eva with an airtight case if he had to rip rose-colored glasses from her eyes. He didn’t want Newell to be able to argue he’d just had a lapse in judgment.
“Not to worry, I got them on other occasions,” Ron responded. “They had a tryst at a motel two days ago.”
“Damn it.”
“I’ve also got evidence our man Carter has no significant assets and is living on credit to fund his lifestyle,” Ron said offhandedly. “In fact, he may be just about all tapped out.”
Griffin at last let himself acknowledge they’d hit the mother lode with Newell. It made him want to wring the guy’s neck.
And as much as he knew that Eva needed to comprehend Carter was a two-timing snake, he didn’t want her to be hurt.
He raked his fingers through his hair, his mind working. “Ron, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say anything to anyone, including Marcus, about what you’ve uncovered.”
“Will do.”
“I’ll look for your package,” he said grimly before ending the call.
When Ron’s box arrived an hour later—just in time to be served up with lunch for his delectation—he told his secretary to hold his calls.
Griffin set the cardboard box on his desk and sliced it open with an envelope opener he kept in a desk drawer. He pulled out a financial profile, an envelope marked Photos, an audio CD and a DVD.
He surveyed the evidence with distaste. This was the material that could set Eva’s life on a different trajectory. Yet it looked harmless enough unless you were asking it to give up its secrets.
He flipped through the stapled sheets that constituted Ron’s financial dossier on Carter. The report was just as Ron had described. Carter had a mortgaged apartment in San Francisco and sizable loans at the bank. He was no Bill Gates, and probably not even in the ballpark of his Newell antecedents.
Griffin opened the envelope next. A dozen or so photos fell out, and he spread them out on the desk in front of him.
There were a couple of shots of a man who looked like Carter Newell in a parking lot, embracing and kissing a stacked brunette.
Another photo showed the couple walking hand in hand into a restaurant. From their body language, and the way the woman leaned close to the man next to her, it was clear the two were more than friends.
Griffin guessed these photos were taken when Ron had tailed Newell to the restaurant in Berkeley.
Griffin focused on the remaining photos. They looked like they’d been taken at another point when Ron had caught up with the pair. They showed the couple meeting in a park, embracing under a tree near a walking path, and then kissing and touching on a park bench.
The photos were decent evidence as far as they went. But they weren’t strong proof Carter and the woman had progressed to being lovers.
Griffin sat behind his desk and popped the DVD into his computer. Then he leaned back in his chair to watch.
The video began just as Ron had described.
A car was parked in a deserted lot illuminated by yellow streetlights. After a few moments, it began to shake and move with the exertions of its occupants. Eventually a disheveled Carter and a half-dressed woman emerged, and Carter helped the woman with the clasp of her bra and her sweater. While the woman brushed her hair and applied lipstick, Carter ran his hands over her. Finally the pair made it back into the car and drove off.
A second segment on the DVD showed Carter and the brunette arriving at a motel. Through the glass window of the motel’s front office, Carter and his female companion could be seen checking in. Afterward, the pair headed to a second-floor room.
When the video ended, Griffin leaned down to pop the DVD out of the computer.
His lips twisted. Apparently Carter wasn’t too cheap to shell out for a bed occasionally. Or maybe in some situations his sexual encounters didn’t need to be so hurried because he didn’t have to run back to Eva.
The bastard.
Griffin switched out the DVD for the CD Ron had sent, set it to Play and leaned back in his chair again.
After a few seconds, the audio came on. A man and woman could be heard conversing against a low murmur of background noise and voices.
At first the couple talked about banal things like the menu, but after a waiter had departed with their order, the conversation turned sexual.
The woman used Carter’s name a couple of times, while he referred to her as “Sondra” or, more often, “baby.”
Griffin rolled his eyes as the woman recalled her last sexual encounter with Carter, then pouted about not having more of his time.
Yeah, right, Griffin thought. If Carter wasn’t set on reeling in an heiress, he supposed the woman had a fighting chance of getting more of Carter’s attention.
Griffin listened as Carter tried to placate his companion with assurances that he’d soon whisk her away for a Mexican vacation and that he was expecting a windfall that he couldn’t go into details about.
Griffin felt his temper ignite. It was clear Carter’s windfall was his upcoming marriage. Obviously Carter wasn’t going to divulge to his lover that he was two-timing an heiress. It might expose him to blackmail.
Carter was toast, Griffin thought. If he ever got his hands on pedigree boy…
The audio recording continued to follow the couple through their meal. Toward the end of it, Carter began to describe in intimate detail what he wanted to do to Sondra.
When the audio recording ended, Griffin mulled over his options and didn’t like any of them.
Just how the hell was he supposed to share this with Eva? She’d hate him for life, if she didn’t despise him already.
Later that day, he had the misfortune of running into Marcus when the older man stopped by his office just as he was about to exit it.
“Have you heard anything yet from Ron?” Marcus asked.
“Nothing,” Griffin heard himself respond.
He didn’t even have to think about his reply.
But it occurred to him afterward it was the first time he’d had to lie to Marcus Tremont about anything important.
Three
Eva curled up on the couch. Her Bluetooth headset allowed her to speak with her mother while she paged through one of several magazines about San Francisco’s social scene. She liked to keep up with what her clients, as well as her business competition, were doing.
It was a Tuesday evening—a night of the week she could usually count on to be able to kick back and relax.
As a party planner, she lived on the opposite timetable from the rest of the world. Midweek was her weekend, while at the end of the week, she became turbocharged as things heated up at work. On weekends, she was often supervising her employees at some museum fund-raiser or at a socialite-hosted charity lunch, making sure everything went off flawlessly.
Now, however, her midweek was being consumed by wedding planning.
“What about the Fairmont?”