Someone slides into the chair next to me, but I refuse to acknowledge them. An ocean spray musk softens my shoulders marginally, indicating who occupies the space beside me. He leans his face close to mine, but I keep my eyes forward on my blank screen.
“We’ll talk about this later, but for now, you need to let us explain what you’re doing here before you ‘get to work,’” Luke says to me in hushed tones. His warm breath brushes against my skin, and it takes everything in me not to clench my thighs.
My response is repetitive but effective. “Mhmm.”
This I can do. I can talk computers and turn away from the jumbling feelings swirling around in my head.
Rory and Hunter join us at the conference table, settling in the seats across from Luke and me.
Hunter takes the lead on explaining the situation. “We’ve had a breach in security. Someone has managed to get through our firewall, but we can’t determine where. There’s no trace they were ever in our system, but we know they were. There have been several incidents where a client’s system shuts down.”
“So, you need me to search for the access point and build up your defenses,” I conclude.
Rory dips his head in confirmation. “Yes, but wait on the second part.”
“Wait?” I grimace.
“We’re doing a honeypot-tarpit,” Rory explains.
That’s actually genius.
“Got it,” I affirm. “Is there a timeline on this?”
“As soon as possible,” Hunter interjects.
I nod my head.
“Excellent.” Hunter claps his hands again and rises to his feet. “Luke will get you access to our systems, then you should be able to get started.”
Hunter and Rory walk away without another word, and Luke turns my laptop toward him to do as Hunter instructed.
His fingers brush against the back of my hand, sending a shiver through my body, but neither of us comments on it.
I know I can do this.
But I don’t know if I can handle being around these three enticing men every day.
My panties won’t survive it.
CHAPTER 8
HUNTER
Strumming my fingers against my thigh, I do my best to decompress in the brief elevator ride back to my office.
I just came from a meeting with my legal department that made me want to fire every single person in the room and hire a brand-new staff, but that isn’t reasonable.
I know the cause of my irritability. She’s a five-foot-nine spitfire. She has a sassy mouth that I’d love to fill with my cock, and she answers to the name “Heartbreaker.”
When the doors part, I come face-to-face with the source of my frustrations.
Savannah hops backward, placing her hand on her chest. “You scared me.”
Attempting to prevent myself from laughing, I reply, “Iscared you?”
“Don’t be sassy,” she scolds.
I step out of the elevator, blocking her way when she tries to dip inside. “Where do you think you’re going?” The ding behind me indicates the doors have shut. Glancing at my watch, I realize that it’s just after five.
