His Rival Her Sin

Chapter 8: A seat At His Table

Nina had two invitations, two brothers, and two very different reasons for accepting them.

Alex wanted her company.

Ryan wanted answers.

Neither man was getting exactly what he expected.

By noon, Nina was standing in front of the mirror in her bedroom, adjusting the neckline of her cream blouse. She paired it with a fitted black skirt, simple gold earrings, and heels that made her legs look longer. Her hair fell neatly over her shoulders.

She looked like a woman going out to enjoy a pleasant lunch.

She was actually going to study a man who had no idea she was watching him.

Her phone vibrated on the dressing table.

Alex: I’m downstairs. Take your time, but don’t keep me waiting too long.

Nina smiled faintly.

Impatient already.

She grabbed her handbag and left.

Alex was leaning against his car when she stepped outside. His expression brightened at the sight of her, and he straightened, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Nina glanced at his car. “You seem very pleased with yourself today.”

“Should I pretend otherwise?”

“No. I prefer honesty.”

“Then you’ll like me.”

His confidence made her laugh despite herself.

Alex opened the passenger door for her. It was a small gesture, performed so naturally that she could almost forget the kind of man he might be when nobody was watching.

Almost.

The restaurant was elegant without being loud, with soft lighting, polished tables, and windows overlooking the busy street. Alex had reserved a private table near the back.

He ordered a drink for himself and waited for Nina to choose her meal instead of making the decision for her.

She noticed that.

He paid attention to details. He remembered what she said, asked questions that showed he had been listening, and made people around him feel as though they had his full attention.

It was easy to understand why people trusted him.

“So,” Alex said after their meals arrived, “how have you been since the party?”

“Fine. A little embarrassed about how much I drank.”

His smile widened. “You weren’t exactly falling over furniture.”

“That’s a relief.”

“You were having a good time. Nothing wrong with that.”

Nina lifted her glass. “I’ll remember that the next time you invite me somewhere.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

For a moment, the conversation became easy. Alex told her about an absurd argument he’d witnessed between two executives, and Nina found herself laughing at the way he described it. He had a gift for making ordinary stories entertaining.

That was the dangerous part.

She could enjoy his company without forgetting what she needed to uncover.

“So, what do you do when you’re not attending parties and making people forget their manners?” she asked.

“Business, mostly. Family business takes up more time than I’d like.”

“Your brother seems to carry a lot of responsibility.”

“Ryan enjoys being in control.”

There was no obvious bitterness in Alex’s voice, but something sharpened behind his smile.

“He’s good at what he does,” Nina said.

“He is.”

Alex cut into his meal.

“And he’s very good at making people believe there’s only one way to do things.”

“Is that a criticism?”

“It’s an observation.” He looked at her. “Ryan and I have different approaches. He likes to examine every angle before making a move. I prefer to make the move before someone else takes the opportunity.”

“And which approach works better?”

“That depends on who wins.”

Nina watched him carefully. He had delivered the answer with a laugh, as though it were harmless sibling competition.

Yet she heard something else beneath it.

Alex wanted more than money. He wanted to prove that he could stand above his brother.

Perhaps that ambition explained the tension between them. Perhaps it explained very little.

She needed facts, not assumptions.

“Does your company keep records of everything?” she asked casually. “Every deal, every transaction, every decision?”

Alex paused briefly before setting down his fork.

“Of course. Why?”

“I’m curious. A business that big must have mountains of paperwork.”

“It does. Most people would fall asleep before finishing the first file.”

“I’m not most people.”

His eyes rested on her face for a moment.

“No,” he said. “I’ve noticed.”

Nina gave him a playful smile and reached for her water.

She had to be careful. Curiosity was useful; too much curiosity was suspicious.

Alex soon steered the conversation back to her interests, her work, and the places she wanted to visit. He seemed genuinely interested in knowing her, and when lunch ended, he walked her to the car himself.

“I’d like to see you again,” he said.

“You don’t waste time, do you?”

“Life is too short to pretend you don’t want something.”

The words struck closer to home than he could possibly know.

Nina held his gaze, then smiled.

“Then ask me again.”

“I will.”

He kissed her cheek before opening the car door.

As she settled into the passenger seat, she caught herself thinking about how easy it would be to forget her purpose around him.

She refused to let that happen.

Alex Cole was charming. He was attractive. He made her laugh.

None of those things made him innocent.

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At three that afternoon, Alex returned to his office.

The moment the door closed behind him, his pleasant expression disappeared.

Victor was waiting beside the desk with a folder tucked beneath his arm.

“Did you complete the revisions?” Alex asked.

“Yes. I’ve also checked the figures you mentioned.”

“And?”

Victor hesitated. “There are two entries that don’t match the earlier records.”

Alex took the folder and opened it.

“Then correct them.”

“I thought we should keep the original entries for reference.”

Alex looked up slowly.

“Why would we need to preserve mistakes that have already been addressed?”

Victor shifted his weight. “For the audit trail.”

“Victor, I hired you because you understand how to do your job without turning every small issue into a committee meeting.”

“I’m only trying to make sure everything is covered.”

“Then cover it.”

Alex closed the folder and returned it to him.

“Have the revised paperwork ready before the end of the day. And don’t discuss this with anyone who doesn’t need to know.”

Victor nodded, though his face remained troubled.

After he left, Alex walked to a locked drawer beneath a cabinet. He entered the code, removed a slim folder, and placed it on his desk.

Inside was a copy of the old transaction document.

Ryan’s signature sat at the bottom.

Alex studied it for a moment, then slipped the document back into the folder.

His brother had spent years building a reputation for discipline and integrity. It was almost amusing how easily a single signature could become a weapon.

The problem was that old transactions had a way of resurfacing when people started asking questions.

Alex locked the drawer.

He had worked too hard to let anyone pull apart what he’d built.

And if anyone came looking, he intended to be ready.

By seven that evening, Nina was standing outside a private dining room in one of the city’s most exclusive restaurants.

Ryan had chosen the place himself.

Of course he had.

Everything about him suggested a man who disliked leaving important things to chance.

When she entered, he was already there, dressed in a dark suit with his jacket open and his sleeves sitting perfectly at his wrists. He rose when he saw her.

His eyes moved briefly over her outfit before returning to her face.

“You came.”

“You invited me.”

A small smile touched his mouth. “Fair enough.”

He pulled out her chair.

Nina sat, placed her handbag beside her, and took in the room. There were only a few tables, each positioned far enough apart to give the guests privacy. Beyond the windows, the city lights shimmered against the darkening sky.

“You chose a beautiful place,” she said.

“I wanted somewhere we could talk without shouting over music.”

“Should I be worried about this conversation?”

“That depends on how honest you intend to be.”

Nina laughed softly, but she felt the warning beneath his words.

Ryan wasn’t a man she could afford to underestimate.

Dinner began with polite conversation. He asked about her day, and she told him she’d had lunch with Alex.

“Alex seems to like you,” Ryan remarked.

“He’s been very nice to me.”

“Alex is good at being nice.”

The comment was mild, almost careless. Still, Nina caught the change in his expression.

“You don’t sound convinced.”

“I’m convinced he’s capable of it.”

She studied him. “You two really don’t agree on much, do you?”

“We agree when we want the same thing.”

“And when you don’t?”

“Then we make our arguments and get on with business.”

He said it without anger, but Nina wondered how much of their rivalry existed beneath the surface. Alex competed openly enough. Ryan concealed his reactions so well that it was difficult to know where his patience ended and his strategy began.

She took a sip of water.

“Does it bother you that people compare you?”

“People compare everything. Money, success, appearance.” His gaze settled on hers. “You learn not to build your life around their opinions.”

“That’s sensible.”

“I try.”

For the first time that evening, Nina almost forgot that the dinner was part of a plan.

Almost.

She leaned forward slightly. “Tell me something, Ryan. What do you actually look for in a person?”

He considered the question.

“Consistency. Someone whose actions make sense even when their words don’t tell the whole story.”

Her fingers tightened around her glass.

“That sounds rather specific.”

“Experience tends to make people specific.”

“Have people disappointed you?”

“People surprise me more often than they disappoint me.”

His answer was calm, but his attention never wandered.

Nina wondered whether he was speaking generally or sending her a message.

She decided not to give him the satisfaction of asking.

Instead, she changed the subject to the company. She asked how he balanced the demands of running a business with the rest of his life. He explained that his days were divided between meetings, negotiations, and decisions that couldn’t wait for a convenient moment.

“You make it sound exhausting,” she said.

“Some days are.”

“And you never get tired of being responsible for everything?”

“Who said I was responsible for everything?”

The question caught her off guard.

Ryan smiled faintly and returned to his meal.

Nina let out a quiet laugh. “You’re difficult.”

“I’ve been told.”

She wanted to ask about the old transactions, the finance department, and the document carrying his signature. Every question she considered seemed too direct. She needed a reason to see his private records, not a reason for him to guard them more closely.

So she talked instead.

She told him about a restaurant she’d visited years ago, about a disastrous attempt at cooking, and about how she disliked people who mistook silence for intelligence.

Ryan listened, occasionally asking a question or making a dry remark that made her laugh.

He was not as cold as she had expected.

That didn’t make him safe.

When dessert arrived, he set his spoon aside.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“Why did you agree to dinner?”

Nina kept her expression relaxed.

“Because you asked me.”

“You could have said no.”

“I could have.”

“But you didn’t.”

She met his eyes. “Perhaps I wanted to know you better.”

Ryan held her gaze for a moment, then leaned back in his chair.

“Perhaps.”

There was no smug smile, no obvious attempt to corner her. Somehow, that made the question more unsettling.

He wasn’t demanding an answer.

He was giving her room to offer one—and watching what she chose to do with it.

Nina reached for her glass.

“You’re very observant.”

“It’s part of my job.”

“And what happens when you observe something you don’t understand?”

“I keep looking.”

A chill of awareness moved through her, quickly followed by something far less sensible: attraction.

She hated that he could unsettle her with a few quiet words.

She remembered the party, the warmth of his jacket around her shoulders, and the way she’d forgotten everyone else when his lips met hers.

Her cheeks warmed.

Ryan noticed.

“Something on your mind?” he asked.

Nina lowered her eyes to her dessert. “I was just remembering the party.”

“Were you?”

She glanced up at him. “You don’t have to look so pleased with yourself.”

A quiet laugh escaped him. “I wasn’t aware I was.”

“You caught me off guard that night.”

“I remember.”

“And you kissed me.”

Ryan’s expression softened slightly. “You kissed me back.”

Nina’s cheeks grew warmer. “I know. You don’t have to remind me.”

“I’m not complaining, Nina.”

She looked at him then, catching the amusement in his eyes. For a moment, she couldn’t think of a clever reply. The memory was still too vivid, and the fact that he could discuss it so calmly only made her more aware of him.

“I’m glad you got home safely,” he added. “You’d had quite a bit to drink.”

“I know. And thank you for looking after me.”

“You’re welcome.”

The conversation moved on, but something between them had shifted. Nina found herself noticing his hands, his mouth, and how close he sat across the table. She had come here with a plan, yet the attraction she felt was becoming inconveniently real.

She reminded herself why she was there.

The documents still mattered.

When dinner ended, Ryan walked her to the entrance. The night air was cool, and the pavement glistened beneath the streetlights.

“Thank you for dinner,” Nina said.

“You’re welcome.”

For a moment, neither moved.

Ryan reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face. The gesture was gentle, but his eyes remained watchful.

Nina could have stepped back.

She didn’t.

His hand lingered near her cheek before falling to his side.

“Goodnight, Nina.”

“Goodnight, Ryan.”

She walked toward her car without looking back until she reached the door.

He was still standing there.

She wondered what he had learned about her that evening.

More importantly, she wondered whether she’d learned anything useful about him.

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Later that night, Nina sat at her desk with her laptop open.

She had two names on her list: Ryan Cole and Alex Cole.

One held the position, the reputation, and the signature on the document she needed to understand.

The other held secrets that seemed to stretch far beyond ordinary business rivalry.

She returned to the information she’d found about a former employee from the company’s finance department. The man’s name appeared in an old report, but his employment history ended abruptly, leaving no clear explanation for his departure.

That was where she would begin.

Not with another party. Not with another carefully arranged encounter.

With someone who might know what had happened inside the company before the records went quiet.

Nina wrote down the former employee’s name and began searching for a current contact.

Her phone lit up beside her laptop.

A message from Ryan.

Ryan: I enjoyed tonight. We should do it again.

She read it twice before answering.

Nina: I’d like that.

His reply came a minute later.

Ryan: Good. I’ll be in touch.

Nina put the phone down, trying to ignore the warmth that had spread through her chest.

Across the city, Ryan read her response and placed his phone beside a stack of reports.

He had enjoyed the evening, more than he intended to admit.

But enjoyment wasn’t the reason he had invited her.

Something about Nina didn’t fit. Her questions were careful, her smiles arrived at the right moments, and she seemed determined never to reveal more than she meant to.

He had met plenty of people who wanted his attention.

Nina seemed to want something else.

Ryan opened his calendar and reviewed the following day’s meetings. He had a company to run, negotiations to prepare for, and a brother whose latest decisions required closer scrutiny.

Nina would have to wait.

For now.

Neither of them knew how close the other was to uncovering something dangerous.

And neither was ready to stop playing.