All Chapters of Aegis Group: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ANDREA STARED AT THE brown coat stretched over wide shoulders, her head spinning.In what world did a sexy, steampunk Captain Hook come to her rescue?And he liked her game.Game.Oh no.No, no, no, no, no.Her heart pulsed in her throat and her fingers tingled. She crept after her would-be protector, sticking close to the wall. Yeah, he'd said to stay put, but damn it. That was her hotel room.Captain Hook pushed the door open, staying clear of the opening and peered into the room.She held her breath and strained to catch any sounds. Was someone in there? Had housekeeping left the door open? What if she'd left it open?Crystal was going to kill her dead."I told you to stay put."Andrea glanced up at Hook and swallowed, torn between lock-herself-in-a-closet fear and help-me-you're-my-only-hope lust. His face was fractured from life, the scars writing a history on his face she couldn't read. Yet there was a handsomeness about him that was more than just surface l

ZAIN LEANED AGAINST THE wall, staying out of the way. The hall was packed for the Hottest Games of the Year panel, and anyone who was anyone in game design was on that stage. Andrea sat sandwiched in the middle of seven men who'd proceeded to play keep-the-mic-away from her over the last hour. It was the most disgusting example of chauvinism he'd seen at the con yet, but from Andrea's account, it wasn't the worst.Panels weren't typically Zain's thing, which was the only reason he could think of for why he hadn't picked up on the petty bullshit earlier. He just didn't understand it. Sure, the GamerGate idiots could explain until they were blue in the face how women were ruining the industry, but it didn't make one iota of sense to Zain. Now, if they were talking women in the forward ranks, pressing into terrorist lands-yeah. He'd probably be against including women, due to the higher risk they faced from enemy combatants-not because of their skill level. But here? This was the stupid

KEVIN SLID BETWEEN THE people, nodding and pretending he belonged. Every now and then, he'd pause and speak to someone as if they were supposed to know each other. That was the nice thing about nerds. They were socially inept enough no one would outright ask him where they'd met.He had one goal tonight: Plant the fliers and watch Andrea's world burn.First order of business was to snag a drink at the bar. The name of the game tonight was blending in. Letting people forget he was there.Kevin took whatever the special was and surveyed the room.The Dark Matter executives were easy to pick out in their business attire, except the big boss who wore jeans and a threadbare T-shirt, while everyone else wore jeans or some other conference outfit. Costumes seemed to be a thing. He filed that away for later and continued his perusal of the room.A loud peal of laughter drew all eyes toward the cluster of women nearest the windows. Andrea's group stuck out, all tits and ass.Damn it

ANDREA SNATCHED A FAT stack of fliers off one of the tables outside of the convention hall. She should be angry, but all she was right now was-numb. Part of it was the alcohol. She was one step from drunk, which was better than the flat-out-drunk she'd been earlier.Zain made a circuit of the rest of the lobby in a quarter of the time it took her to pick up the stray fliers.She'd shown him the flier with her nipple hanging out. Someone had even drawn little rays around it. Like some sort of sun. And she'd shown him. Why?God, she could never go to another convention so long as she lived.If it was here-then it was probably already on the Internet. Maybe in color and HD quality. And what went on the web stayed on the web. There'd be no pulling it down. The entire world would have her nips on permanent recall, thanks to search engine optimization.She couldn't ignore the Pendulum of Doom swinging over her neck. What would this do to the rest of her career? Andrea had seen what

ANDREA CLUNG TO THE slightly-fuzzy feeling clouding her brain. If she were to admit she was merely exhausted instead of drunk, she'd lose her nerve. So long as she could blame these moments on alcohol, she could power through.Once they'd devoured the pizza and breadsticks, she hadn't wanted to leave. Or maybe Zain hadn't wanted to let her go. Either way, they lay in the dark watching Captain America, but she could barely focus on the much-loved movie because of the man next to her.Zain sat against the headboard, his arm brushing hers every time he breathed or shifted. She didn't dare move. They'd done a single shot of some pre-packaged, fruity drink thing before the movie started. The new infusion of alcohol had her head buzzing and palms damp within moments. That, or it was just her nerves. Blaming it on the shot was far more convenient.He was a lot closer than he'd been before the movie began, a fact she couldn't stop focusing on. She didn't know if she should sit up, lie do