CHAPTER 1
Pam
I looked down at Leo’s lap, his erection obvious through his pants as he sat in the tired office chair he had pulled up to ‘look at my work.’ I hated this part. I always hated this part. He had no idea what I was actually doing, but he would ask stupid questions until I gave him what he truly wanted, though would never admit to wanting.
And I needed him distracted, compliant, and too satisfied to interfere with my hacking of the Houseworks server architecture. So I slid off my chair and moved between his knees, keeping my face carefully neutral.
“You’re tense,” I said, reaching for his belt. “Let me help.”
Leo’s hand came to rest on top of my head, fingers threading through my hair in that possessive way he thought was affectionate. “You’re so good to me, Pam.”
I wasn’t good to him. I was using him. But he was too stupid and too arrogant to see it, which made him perfect.
I pulled his cock free and wrapped my fingers around the base. At least a blowjob was better than actual sex—less invasive, less vulnerable, less of myself given away. I could control the pace, control the angle, control when it ended. There was a kind of power in that, even if it came at the cost of having his dick in my mouth.
I took him in, letting my tongue work along the underside while my mind wandered to the code waiting on my screen. Three more hours. That’s all I needed. Three more hours to finish the final authentication bypass, and the ransomware would be ready to deploy. Leo thought we were launching it together next week, following his careful timeline, his risk assessments, his need to feel like the mastermind.
He had no idea I was going to activate it tonight; that I had decided I couldn’t risk him fucking it up, so I would move things ahead and make Leo feel like this was what he had planned all along.
His breathing quickened above me, and I increased the suction, hollowing my cheeks. Get him there faster. Get back to work.
“Fuck, Pam,” he groaned, his hips jerking slightly. “Just like that.”
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Men were so predictable. A few well-practiced movements and they thought you were a goddess. I kept working him, my hand moving in rhythm with my mouth, watching for the telltale signs—the tension in his thighs, the way his fingers tightened in my hair.
He came with a low grunt, and I grabbed the towel I’d strategically placed on his desk earlier, pulling back just in time and directing his semen into the terrycloth. At least he had thedecency not to demand to be allowed to make a mess I’d have to deal with. He slumped back in his chair, eyes closed, that satisfied smirk on his face that made me want to punch him.
“Jesus,” he breathed. “You’re incredible.”
I wiped my mouth and stood, already turning back toward my workstation. “I know.”
“Come here.” His hand reached for me, but I was already moving away.
“Can’t. Need to finish the subnet routing before the security sweep at midnight.” I dropped back into my chair and pulled up the terminal window, my fingers flying across the keyboard. The authentication bypass was downright elegant in its simplicity—three nested functions that would give me root access to every Houseworks facility in the world. Selecta’s little experiment in dominating the domestic services sector would pay off big time—for me… and for Leo, I guessed, grudgingly. He’d footed the bill for my insane computer needs, after all.
Behind me, Leo was zipping up, post-orgasm contentment making him docile. Perfect. I had maybe twenty minutes before his brain started working again and he’d want to ‘collaborate’ on something, which really meant looking over my shoulder and suggesting idiotic changes.
“You work too hard,” he said, his voice lazy.
“Someone has to.” I kept my eyes on the screen, watching the progress bar creep forward as my script compiled. Seventy-three percent. “Besides, I thought you wanted this done right.”
“I do. I just—” His phone buzzed on the desk. He picked it up, and I heard him swipe to answer. “Hey, Marcus. Yeah, man, what’s up?”
My shoulders tensed, but I didn’t turn around. Marcus was one of Leo’s college buddies, another wannabe player who thought he was smarter than he was.Just keep it short, I thought.Just keep it short and hang up.
“Oh, you know,” Leo said, and I could hear the smile in his voice, that pride that came before the fall. “Just putting the finishing touches on something big. Really big.”
No. Don’t.
“Can’t say much, but let’s just say Houseworks is about to learn what happens when they?—”
I spun in my chair. “Leo.”
He glanced at me, held up one finger. Wait. “Yeah, ransomware. Custom job. Pam’s a fucking genius with?—”
I was out of my chair and crossing to him in three strides. “Hang up. Now.”
He frowned at me, covering the phone with his hand. “What the hell, Pam?”
