She smiled remembering Chase’s reaction. He’d actually missed the darn things and made her promise to bring them with her to his place.

“Are you ready?” Chase was there in front of her.

Her smile grew until she remembered what they were about to do. Martin Morrison was about to get his walking papers. Well, not exactly. There would be a police escort waiting to book him for fraud.

Her smile slipped. She turned her head to look at the door behind her. Chase had insisted she be a part of this, even though she had tried to argue with him. She still wasn’t good at saying no.

“Okay.” She stood and followed Chase down the hall, trying not to focus on his butt in those fabulous jeans. He stopped abruptly, and she crashed into his back. Steadying herself, she stepped back.

He glanced over his shoulder and smiled the smile that melted her heart every time. She couldn’t even blush anymore around him. Except when she thought about what he did to her, his gentle exploration, the slow burn that ignited whenever he was near. She sighed.

“Are we ready?” Robert’s voice interrupted her daydreams.

“Yeah, we have all the evidence. We just need to call in Martin. Natalie, you can wait in my office.” His voice was all business, but she couldn’t seem to lift her gaze from watching his lips move.

His words penetrated her brain, and she nodded and stepped around him into the office. She took one of the chairs along the back and crossed her legs. By the time the men filed in, she’d squeezed her hands so tight her knuckles were turning white.

She didn’t want to be in here. Confrontations were not her thing, but Chase had insisted. She tried to fade into the corner as the men took their seats.

“As you know, Martin, we’ve been looking into the production expenses.”

Mr. Morrison glanced over at her in the corner, but didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow. He focused his attention on Chase. “Yes, Chase. We finished up the audit on Monday, and I provided you with our report. All the expenses tied in. The numbers were correct.”

“Not exactly, Martin.” Chase leaned back in his chair. “We found some things that didn’t seem right.”

Robert chimed in. “Like expense reports from extras.”

“We typically allow actors certain expenses while on set.” Martin’s voice changed pitch slightly. His head swiveled from Chase to Robert. “I see nothing wrong with a few expenses.”

“Martin, we know about the cash payments. We also know that the extras didn’t turn in any expense reports.” Chase was calm and matter-of-fact. He didn’t project the anger or betrayal that Natalie knew he felt. He was cold and direct.

“I don’t know what you are suggesting, Chase, but I haven’t done anything wrong.” He swiveled in his chair and pierced Natalie with his gaze. “What did you find that you didn’t bring to me?”

Natalie cowered in her corner. Her palms sweated and her stomach churned.

“Natalie did her job.” Chase drew Martin’s attention back to him.

She breathed in and out slowly.

Robert stood and walked around the desk behind Chase. “The police are here to take you into custody, Martin. I’m sorry it’s come to this.”

“Not as sorry as you’ll be.” Martin stood and straightened his jacket. “Not as sorry as you will be.” He glared at Natalie as he walked out the door.

Natalie couldn’t slow the beating of her heart and knew it was only a matter of minutes before her breakfast made a repeat performance. She lunged out of the chair and out the door. Shoving into the bathroom, she made it to the stall before the heaving began.

“Natalie?” Chase’s voice was directly behind her. His hand soothed her, running down her back.

Mortification filled her as her stomach turned over again. His hand continued slow soothing circles as tears streamed down her face. His hand left her, and a moment later, he draped a wet towel over the back of her neck.

Her stomach finally stopped convulsing. She slid from her knees to lean against the stall wall. Her eyes closed as exhaustion overwhelmed her.

Something wet touched her face, and she jerked her eyes opened. Chase gently wiped her face with a towel. He brushed away a tear with his thumb.

“We need to get you home.” His hand smoothed back her hair. He leaned over her as if he were going to pick her up.

She wanted to rely on him, to give in and let him take care of her, but she knew what was on the other side of the bathroom door. Martin’s very public exit from the company had drawn a number of press vans. Chase couldn’t carry her out of even the bathroom without making a scene. She wasn’t prepared to deal with that.

She placed her clammy hand on his warm arm. “No, Chase.”

“What?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“You can’t. The press.”

“Damn it.” He slammed his hand against the metal stall. “What does it matter? Maybe I’m just a really good employer.”

“That’s not the way it works, Chase, and you know it.” She pressed her shaking hand against his cheek.

“So now I can’t even take care of you.” His jaw was tight. He’d push it if she let him.

She wanted to let him and that scared her. Instead she lifted her head. “I’m fine, Chase. It’s just nerves. By the way, you know you’re in the lady’s room, right?”

His eyes narrowed, and he didn’t smile like she’d hoped. He stood and helped her to her feet. “Go home, Natalie. Get some sleep.”

He tossed the towel in the trash and left the room. She stumbled over to the sink and turned on the faucet. So much for another week or two. She splashed water over her face and swished some in her mouth to get rid of the taste.

Her makeup was nonexistent. Her face was pale. She had work to do, but the boss had told her to go home. With the hours they’d put in she’d already worked a forty-hour week anyway. She could face the fallout on Monday morning, especially if anyone had witnessed Chase following her into the bathroom.

Besides, Chase was upset with her and she didn’t want to face the anger in his eyes.

Did he want to get caught together? She didn’t think he did, but she was the one who’d put the restriction on their relationship. He hadn’t protested, so she figured he didn’t care. She’d thought he understood.

She pushed away from the sink and dried her face. The real problem was for one moment she hadn’t cared that the press surrounded the place. She’d just wanted Chase to continue looking at her like that. Concerned and caring. She’d wanted him to carry her out and take care of her.

Instead she’d go home to her empty apartment. Maybe she’d pop on a movie. She wasn’t going to see Chase any other way tonight.

It was Alexis’s turn. Her stomach clenched again, but there was nothing left. She definitely had to leave before Alexis came to retrieve her prize.

Chapter Fourteen

Chase’s head lolled back on the cab seat. He snapped it upright again. “Here, turn here.” He handed the man a hundred-dollar bill as he pulled to the curb. “Keep the change.”

His eyes weren’t working quite right, but he could still put one foot in front of the other. It had been Alexis’s idea to leave his car at her place for the night while they went clubbing. He was really too old to go clubbing. The stairs wavered before him as he climbed them.

He raised his hand and pressed the button. The chimes rang inside the apartment and he pressed it again. One more time. Why was he pressing this button again? Oh, well, press it again.

“I have a bat and I’ve called nine-one-one.” The sweet sound of Natalie’s voice reached his ears.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your fair hair.”

The door snapped open and the light blinded him. “Chase?”

“Ah, my fair Rosalynn, let me slay a dragon for you, my fair maiden.” His grin felt like it would split his face.