Olivia stopped in the entryway, hands on her narrow hips. Her eyes lowered down my chest and to the waistband of my boxer briefs. She sucked in a deep breath when she noticed my hard cock, the tip peeking through the slit in my boxers.
“Take a shower.” She coughed to clear her throat. “You look hungover and smell like a brewery.”
Since it was only fair that she got to see me naked, I rose from the bed and shoved the boxers past my hips, letting them slide to the floor. Her eyes widened along with her mouth as she took in the sight of me. My cock was still semi-hard and aimed right at her.
Yep, this is all for you, baby.
“Drake,” she whispered, unable to take her eyes off my body. “What are you doing?”
I thought if I pushed her over the edge, she’d force me out of my comfort zone. My heart and body said one thing while my mind and words said another.
“Get in the shower with me,” I said to see how she would respond.
Please say yes.
Olivia eyed up my chest, and then her eyes wandered to my cock. She wet her lips with her tongue. Her nipples poked through the silky shirt barely containing her big tits.
“You’re still drunk,” Olivia said after a brief pause. “So, I’m going to pretend this never happened.”
After givingOlivia a tour of Battle Industries, we met with Tate. Early morning sunlight shone against the bulletproof glass, making the towers across the street gleam like spit-shined armor.
Tate sat behind a large mahogany desk resembling something from an old Western saloon. He insisted on choosing the tackiest desk he could find. None of the furniture matched the vibe of Battle Industries. My corporate offices had polished, high-tech, modern, and ergonomic features.
I knocked on the open door. “Ready for us?”
Tate glanced at me from behind a computer screen. “One sec. I’ve gotta take care of this real quick.”
His fingers pounded the keyboard, typing with a purpose. Tate disliked office work. He was best suited out in the field and hunting down my enemies.
As my head of security, he handled all communication between employees and contractors. His team reviewed every incoming and outgoing email and document.
Like me, Tate had demons.
He wrestled with all the tough choices he made to protect his sister and me. Death threats were a daily occurrence. Targetson my back also meant threats to my family and The Devil’s Knights. Everyone in my life was in danger, so I fought my feelings for Olivia, even when she was the only woman I ever loved.
“All done. Wait until you hear the news.”
My best friend and half-brother had worn a perma-frown from the moment we met. He always looked in a state of mourning, like the darkness had already swallowed him whole. I understood the feeling. After years of death surrounding me, I had become desensitized. Tate’s rare moments of genuine happiness shocked me but caught me off guard.
Tate approached us, buttoning his black suit jacket. He hooked his arm around my back and hugged me tight. “We did it. Well, you did it. Battle Industries won the defense contract. Lovelace is a go.”
I hugged him back and then pulled Olivia into our circle. “This wouldn’t have been possible without the two of you. Thank you.”
Tate squeezed my shoulder. “Lovelace is your baby.”
“I’m with Tate on this,” Olivia chimed. “You did all the hard work.”
I named my artificial intelligence program after the first computer programmer, Ada Lovelace. When I created her, she lacked personality. She sounded computer-generated. Then, Olivia came into my life. Over time, I incorporated all of her best features, including the sweet cadence of her voice. Now, I had two bossy women in my life who talked back to me.
“I wouldn’t have figured a way around the tactical issues without you.” I said to Tate and then to Olivia, “And you helped shape her personality.”
Olivia kissed my cheek. “Congratulations, Drake. You deserve this.”
I turned to face her, and unexpectedly she lunged into my arms. My hand fell to her back, and I pulled her into my chest, taking in the scent of her sweet perfume. If we were alone, I wouldn’t have let her go. But Tate was there and clearing his throat.
I released Olivia from my grasp, and she stepped back to straighten her blouse. “We should celebrate. I’m taking the two of you to dinner. My treat.”
I shook my head. “Yes, to dinner, but you’re not paying. You haven’t even gotten your first paycheck.”
