“I did a little checking, and the site is being hosted from the office of the US Ambassador to Russia.”
I inhale sharply and sit up. “That’s…wow.”
“Yeah.”
“We have people who spend all day at their computers on those hacking sites and other people who take over at night. I wonder if they’ve seen anything like that. I haven’t heard anything.”
Nix shakes his head. “Your people don’t scratch the surface of the black hat world. It’s complex, and it takes years to build the kind of connections that get you access to these places.”
“Can I at least tell Rae, so she can have them try to find it?”
He shrugs. “They won’t be able to. Someone needs to access their server room to get evidence of the site. Or use it to contact them and try to infiltrate it that way.”
“Someone?” I can’t help the note of hope in my tone.
Nix’s low note of laughter reminds me I have a hot man between my thighs right now. I’m suddenly feeling fully recovered and ready for more of him.
“I’ve seen bad shit going down sometimes,” he says, his smile fading. “Shit like this, that I felt bad for looking the other way on. I can clean out the bank account of an asshole who likes underage girls, but that doesn’t stop him from doing it again.”
“But if you could stop it…if you could work in the field and end something like a sex trafficking ring, would you?”
“With the right partner, I would.”
I smile, my heart pounding with excitement. “Yeah?”
He nods. “Yeah. I think me and Olivia would be a great team.”
“Asshole.” I slide off his lap, but he grabs my hips and forces me back.
“You know I’m kidding.”
I shrug and give him an exasperated glare. “It’s gonna take two amazing orgasms for me to forgive you.”
“Done.”
“Would you do field work for us on a case-by-case basis?”
He laughs, smoothing his thumb over my rib cage and then down to my stomach. “I’m not sure the Greenlight honchos would go for that.”
“They already asked me if I thought you’d be willing.”
He arches his brows in surprise. “And you said?”
“I said I thought it would depend on the case. And on their willingness to look the other way on your other…work.”
“That’s my girl.”
“We can get this assignment. You’d have to pass some field tests on weapons—”
“Easy. I could teach their classes on weapons.”
“And physical fitness, which I’m positive you’ll ace. And sign all the agreements.”
He considers. “Case-by-case, right? We do this job, and then I get to decide when I work for them next?”
“Right. But I think once you find out about the perks—”
“Perks, huh?” He runs a thumb over my taut nipple. “Tell me more.”
