Change of Harte (Harte, #2) (Harte Series) Read Online Free Page A

which case, he was Julian’s kind of guy and would be a welcomed employee in Ignite Tech with a hefty salary.
The loser would shit his pants at the hotness on his doorstep, send the girls packing, and continue with his lonely existence of a celebratory wank after every few thousand sales. In this event, Julian would be forced to take a walk down to his design department, get his hands dirty for the first time in years, and create something to blow the kid’s frigid ass out of the water.
    The second option was certainly the most appealing. He’d leave it for twenty-four hours before asking Shelly how it all went.
    Less than an hour later, there was a faint knock on Julian’s office door. He sighed, relieved Shelly had sorted things so quickly, and he was just a little jealous of the fun in store for the kid. He looked at a waiting tower of unsigned documents on his desk. He’d blitz through that crap and celebrate with a couple girls of his own later. His cock stiffened in his trousers just thinking about it. He’d definitely need three girls, though. Two were becoming monotonous.
    ‘Thank you, Shelly,’ Julian shouted hearing a second knock on his slightly ajar door. ‘Just send me through an email with their names.’
    A third and equally light knock followed. Julian rolled his eyes. He didn’t give a shit if Shelly had rounded up Jessica Rabbit and Betty Fucking Boop—he didn’t need details right now. But saying that out loud would more than likely hurt Shelly’s feelings and then, since she’d taken on a new comfort-zone-share-her-feelings thing since they’d stopped shagging, he’d probably have to listen to her bitching for the rest of the day.
    A lack of further knocking coincided with the door opening, and Julian was a little surprised to see Nathan standing in the gap. Julian stood up and walked around to the front of his desk. Unscheduled visits generally pissed him off, especially when the visitor was a guy. Julian leaned back against his desk, stretched his lean legs out, and crossed them at the ankle. He rested, eying Nathan up, and waited for him to speak. Nathan took a couple of steps forward but stopped way too far back from Julian to have a conversation without the need to raise his voice. Julian was in no mood for a game of Cat and Mouse today.
    ‘Hello, Nate. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?’
    Nathan cleared his throat and took a few more small steps forward. ‘It’s Nathan,’ he mumbled. ‘I was hoping we could have a quick word if you’re not too busy, of course.’
    Julian shrugged casually. ‘Sure, Nat-HAN, I’m all ears.’
    ‘You might want to sit down,’ Nathan suggested.
    Julian laughed.
    ‘I have a confession,’ Nathan said, looking a lot like he was the one who needed to sit down.
    Julian laughed again—louder this time. ‘Like I said, you have my attention.
    Julian had a good idea where Nathan was going with this, and even though he wouldn’t admit it, he was quite enjoying the exchange.
    ‘I’m a writer with the National Informer , Julian. I’ve been working undercover for the last six months.’
    Julian clasped his hands and stretched his fingers, wiggling them back and forth. He had waited a few exaggerated moments before he smiled. ‘You may want to rethink the undercover part. I’ve known who you are for a least five of those six long months.’
    Nathan pulled a face. Julian didn’t expect Nathan to believe him, but it didn’t alter the truth. In fact, he’d quite enjoyed wasting Nathan’s time. Julian’s company affairs were tighter than the virgin’s pussy he’d broken in last week. He paid the best accounts and legal team in the country to make damn sure of that. Nathan wouldn’t find shit on him. He was so squeaky clean he practically glowed in the dark.
    ‘And you’re coming clean now because you think you have something on me?’ Julian said.
    Nathan stepped back dramatically, as if worried his face was a target for