Everymuscle in my body locks.
Scanningthe green text,Iconfirm it.Iwrote that architecture myself, staring at it for three years.
Shehas it exactly right.
Amicroscopic flaw exists right in the center.Avulnerability so small only another apex predator would spot the gap.
"Fixit,"Icommand.
Shetilts her head, eyebrows raised. "Youjust explicitly forbade me from touching the tech."
"Yourtech remains off-limits.Youcan use mine."
Reachingfor the keyboard proves useless against the high desk, designed for my massive frame to stand or sit in the raised chair.Herheight leaves her stretching uncomfortably.
Shedrags the heavy stool over.Thebiometric sensor on the seat flashes red instantly.
"Accessdenied," the computer chirps.
"Thesystem only unlocks for my weight distribution and heat signature,"Iexplain.
Aloud groan echoes over the server hum. "Seriously?Youhave a butt-scanner?"
"Securityremains absolute."
"HowamIsupposed to fix your sloppy code standing on my tiptoes?"
Thevulnerability glares back at me from the screen, mocking my oversight.IftheCostashit the compound tonight...
Istop thinking and just move.
Droppinginto the leather seat triggers the sensors to turn green.Thesystem unlocks.
"Comehere."
Shestares at the space between us. "What?"
"Youcan't reach, and the chair rejects your biometrics.Sit."Ipat my thigh.
Herdark eyes expand.Theoxygen in the room vanishes, sucked out by a sudden, violent tension. "Youwant me on your lap?"
"It'spractical."
"It'sinsane."
"Doyou want to fix the code or let the cartel burn this mountain down?"
Hergaze bounces between the screen and my face.Thehacker in her eventually wins the war against the cautious captive.Huffingin annoyance, she closes the distance.
Turningaround, she lowers her weight onto my thighs.
Heatflares between us.Instant, searing heat.
Thephysical pressure feels heavy despite her slight frame.Hersoft ass settles right over my groin.Shekeeps her spine rigid, refusing to let her back brush my chest.Thescent of winter air mixed with cheap citrus and cool mint shampoo drifts up from her scalp, intoxicating my senses.
Myhands hover, useless in the air, until instinct takes over entirely.Broadpalms clamp down onto her narrow hips, anchoring her in place.
Hermuscles jolt under my grip.Asharp intake of breath hisses through her teeth.