ONE MONTH LATER KYLIE POV:"PULL that skirt up, baby. Let me see what's waiting for me when we get home." My mate hasn't grown any less bossy since marking me. Our drive home from work together has become just one of the many pleasures of working for Jackson King. Shared lunch breaks are another one. And getting to help him with his new code. He stares over at me like a starving man. Like he hadn't already fucked me over his desk after using a rule on my ass during lunch. Like he doesn’t have full access to me every night at home."Now, kitten. Every second you make me wait will earn you a stroke with my belt."I already reached for the hem of my tight fitted skirt, but I stop now, flashing a naughty grin. "Is that so?"Now that I've switched on my shifter DNA, my body heals almost instantaneously, which means Jackson can employ any form of punishment he desires and the pain is only fleeting. It's a bit sad, really. Because now I can never get enough. Ja
Holy irony, Batman! As a teen, I hacked into a company and waved a virtual victory flag in the founder and CEO's face.Nine years later, I'm interviewing for a job there. And not just any job - one in infosec. Information systems security that is. If I get the job, I'll be defending the company against hackers. Like Catgirl - my old DefCon identity.So here I sit, in the opulent lobby of SeCure's International Headquarters, wondering if they'll somehow recognize me and send me out in handcuffs.A group of employees syroll past me, laughing and talking. They look relaxed and happy, like they're headed into a resort, not their nine-to-five grind. Damn, I want this job.I changed my outfit appropriately ninety-seven times this morning, and I usually don't care what to wear. But this is the interview of a lifetime, and I've obsessed over getting every detail right. In the end, I chose a sleek black suit, the kind with a fitted jacket and short tight skirt.I opted for no hose, going bare-legg
The big guy curses. "No reception in here!" My heel twist under me, and I grab the rail, breath coming in quick gasps. "Hey." The guy has a voice to match his giant size, deep and resonant. I'd find it sexy under different circumstances. "Are you freaking out?" Slight disdain in his tone. It's not my fault, buddy. "Yeah ." I barely get the word out on a pant. My death grip on the handrail tightens. Stay on your feet. Don't faint - not now, not here. "I don't like small spaces." Understand of the year. Did the elevator just move? Or is my body reeling out of control? Old panic grips me. I'll die in here. I'm never going to get out . Two large hands push me back against the elevator wall, pinning me with pressure on my sternum. "Wh-what are you doing?" I gasp. "Triggering your calm reflex." He sounds calm, as if he shoves hyperventilating girls up against a wall on a daily basis. "It is working?" "Yeah. Having a strange guy grope me always calms me down." I swore I'd hide my sarc
But that is insane. I can't mark a human she wouldn't survive it. This human beautiful, though she may be, can't be my mate. I look her over at a distinct advantage because I can see in the dark, and she can't. She's stunning in every way long, shapely legs, an ass that fills her short skirt, and Batgirl tits. That is, she has a hot pink bat on the front of her skirt, right over a pair or perky tits. And something about that bat just throws me over the edge . Spunky little superhero, begging to be bested. Guess that makes me the villain. "What's your name?" she asks I hesitate. "JT" "I'm Kylie. I'm here for an interview, so I was nerved up to begin with." I don't do friendly. I discourage my employees from engaging with me except to give me information in its most distilled format. But, for some reason, I don't mind her feeble attempt at conversion. That doesn't mean I' ll bothering answering. I'm too busy convincing my wolf not to jump her. She tries again. "What departme
"Pack?" "I mean tribe." "No, I like pack. That makes me alone wolf." There's a smile in her voice, and I bite back a sharp remark. Being alone wolf doesn't as cool as it sounds. Even if it's all I deserve. "So..." She has the tone of someone who's been waiting to ask something. "Have you ever met Jackson King?" I hide a smile even though she can't see it. "Mmm... A few times, yeah." "What's he like?" I shrug in the darkness. "Hard to say." "Hard to say because he doesn't reveal much?" I keep my mouth shut. "That's what I've heard. So is he the awkward King of geek or the creepy kind?" I wasn't aware of the various categories of geek. I don't consider myself a geek, but then, as a shifter, I don't consider myself in any human category. "I'm guessing the creepy king." She goes on. "Because no one that hot should be so anti-social. I mean, he must have some serious flaws. According to rumor, the man never dates. They say he has no social life whatsoever. Never goes out. Tota
But my wolf isn't happy about the tinge of anger in her scent. An apology is on my lips another first. Jackson King doesn't apologize. I don't owe her one, either. If I had my way I'll pull her into the nearest conference room, spank her ass for the Whipping boy comment, and spend the next three hours teaching her pleasure at the tip of my tongue. I'd go down on her until her screams of pleasure and told to everyone in the building that she's mine. That would take care of her annoyance, and her nervousness. Or is it arousal."Oh, it's just a routine interview no need to take up your time." Stu says. I'll be dammed if I let Stu or any other male to get her alone. Luis clears his throat as a signal warning that Stu he's on the verge of pissing me off. I narrow my eyes at Stu. "I decided how to spend my time. Shall we go into the conference room, Or are we interviewing her here in the hallway?" Stu scrawls as if I busted up his frat party. ~•~•~•~
I reach for my chair, a bit wobbly and not just because of my heels. "Yes sir." I sink back down. "Thank you. I asked you a question and I expect an answer." Damn the man He's determined to make me suffer. I rub my thumbnail with the pad of my index finger then drop my hands to my lap to study fidgeting. "Mr. King, I apologize for the things I said about you in the Elevator I was very rude and.... disrespectful. "King's expression doesn't change. He watches me with that cool assessment. "Answer the question." Okaaay.. Guess he's just going my apology I'd fight back with sarcasm, but I promised myself I'd keep a lid on it ."My knowledge of infosec is mainly practical. You won't see it on my resume, but I do know all areas of security how to assess weak points, how to mask code. No code is impenetrable, except maybe yours.""How long would it take you to hack the average guy's Gmail?" I allow a tiny smirk to curve my lips. "That would be illegal Mr. King.""So do you, Or don't you k
They cut their teeth together as young hackers, sharing information and their success, passing along tips, advising others. It was dumb luck he found her after she disappeared for the past eight years. But she resurfaced on DefCon, the old secret hacker forum where they'd always interacted, looking for help with cracking into the FBI. Naturally, he'd assisted. He'd been looking for her a long time. Not just out of nostalgia, although he wondered about her. She's perfect for what he needs. There are very few hackers capable of breaking SeCure's Code. And he happens to know Catgirl is one of them. She did it before as a teenager, no less.So when she resurfaced, he helped her with the FBI and then followed her through their doors to see what she was up to. She deleted files on three people-- a deceased married couple and their daughter, vigilante burglars, known for stealing from the dirty. She also added evidence on another criminal, including tips on his whereabouts. By digging he ga