“Do you suppose they packed my battery-operated boyfriend? It was next to my mattress on the bedstand.” As I intended, his grimace changes to a sexy grin.
“You won’t need Bob anymore.” Reminded of yesterday, a jolt of electricity zaps to my clit.
“Well, he’s going to be jealous.” My panties dampen, and as I squirm, he smirks, then returns his focus to the morning traffic.
In the silence, I reflect on the mysterious, suited man on the beach. Why use a prototype weapon to shoot Henry if any off-the-street pistol would suffice? Is someone extorting him, too? Are the arms dealers trying to send me a message? Hell, anything is possible.
On the highway heading back to DC, Wulf asks, “Your friend’s heart rate spiked. What were you whispering about?”
“We’re not supposed to share our passwords.” Worried he might suspect my plan, I suck in my upper lip.
My driver’s scowl returns. “Ahh.”
Now, what the hell is that supposed to mean?As I’m about to ask, an asshole going twice the speed limit cuts him off.
My hands shoot to the dashboard, and I brace for impact while my nonplussed driver veers into the other lane and misses cars by inches.
A mile down the road later, he raises his brows. “Are you alright?”
God, no. His expertise behind the wheel has me hot and bothered. Again.
To pass the time and ignore his sex-tacular body, I open my laptop and create a program to determine Henry’s password. By the time we pull into the lab’s parking lot, I have it finished.
Outside, a cool wind blows from the east. After I grab a sweater from my suitcase, I walk across the empty parking lot toward the concrete block building.
My heart aches as I flash my fob in front of the access panel to the right of the door. I’ve dedicated my life to this place, andsoon, my time may end. If only I had been smarter, perhaps my enemy would never have noticed I fed him misinformation.
After I press my eye socket against the retina scanner, I state my password. “Mufferpants allopanony my-bobberoo.”
Wulf’s eyebrows raise, and despite enormous efforts not to, he breaks into a smile.
Grinning back, I explain, “Non-dictionary words make it harder for hackers to break into our network.”
Inside, I open the electric panel, switch on the overhead lights, and walk toward the wall of gray fabric cubicles. When I reach the third from the left, I plug in my laptop and run my new program.
I don’t bother to explain. If Mr. Nosy wants to know, he’ll ask. However, if I’m going to get any work done, his hovering must stop.
“Please sit. This could take a few.”
“Minutes or hours?” He grabs a chair and squishes his thigh to mine.
“Not sure. Coffee?” With all my lady parts on fire, I jump up.
“Sure.” Placing his hand on my lower back, he follows me into the kitchen.
While I reach for the pods in the upper cabinet, he presses his chest to my back, wraps his arms around my waist, and bites my earlobe.
Talk about mixed messages. What does he want from me?
When his coarse beard rubs against my face, I turn, raise my arms, and run my fingers through his hair.
“I thought you were angry.” My voice comes out as a hoarse whisper.
“I am, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting you.” As his mouth crashes down on mine, pent-up passion rises to the surface, and I kiss him back.
His hands slide under my shirt and bra. Once he lifts the stretchy fabric, he possesses my breasts until I’m on the brink of orgasmic splendor.
“Did you ask your FBI elf to buy condoms?”
