by Raven Scott
Lucas and Raymond exchanged looks of disgust.
“How do you not know this stuff?” demanded Raymond with a shake of his head.
“Because I’m not a geek,” the ex-Ranger shot back.
Lucas grinned, and Raymond shrugged since neither was the least bit offended.
“A script kiddie, or a skiddie, is not skilled enough to design their own programs,” explained Lucas. “So, they use tools and scripts built by other hackers.”
“Got it,” Lance replied, looking even less interested in tech-talk than before. “So maybe Pratt’s just a lackey here. Maybe we should be looking for the person that developed the program he used.”
“Not necessary. I already know who designed the Trojan program,” Lucas stated with a dry smile. “It’s called AC12 and it’s been around for a while.”
The others looked at him with various degrees of surprise.
“AC12?” repeated Raymond. “Are you sure? I worked on a few instances at the NSA. It’s an ugly fucker, nearly impossible to disarm without wiping your whole system clean.”
There was a pregnant pause.
“I’m sure,” Lucas finally confirmed. “I built it in my freshman year at MIT.”
* * *
Two days later, Lucas landed at the Billy Bishop Airport on the Toronto Islands in Lake Ontario. He headed straight into the city to check into his hotel, a short block away from the Magnus Motorsports shop and offices. A couple of hours later, he was unpacked in his room and seated at a table in the hotel’s lobby restaurant for dinner. He was scheduled to meet with Marco Passante first thing Monday morning.
Lucas was not a big fan of hotels. During his career as a cybersecurity consultant with the Secret Service, he’d spent many nights in cold, cramped rooms around the world. Even ones as nice and fancy as the five-star Metropolitan didn’t come close to the comforts of home. The only advantage they offered, hopefully, was a decent restaurant and a selection of imported beer. Maybe a beautiful stranger to share the bed with for a night or two.
Like the woman who just walked into the room, he thought. Now there was someone who could make this trip more enjoyable. Around five feet eight inches tall, this woman was slender in a tight dress, long, bare legs, and stiletto heels. Since it was April and raining hard outside, Lucas concluded she was a guest at the hotel, possibly alone. Perfect circumstances and exactly his type.
He took another drink from his beer bottle, watching unobtrusively as the hostess directed the attractive woman to a dinner table across the room from his. Her hips swayed gently with each step, and she tossed her long, brown hair with confidence. He relaxed back again, patiently anticipating how the evening would unfold. If she remained alone, Lucas would invite her to join him for dinner.
“Sorry! I’m just going to steal this seat for a second,” announced a feminine voice. “These boots were definitely the wrong choice for tonight.”
In the chair across from him, all he could see was the flat of the woman’s back. She was bent over, doing something under the table, muttering swear words like a trucker. Lucas’s lips quirked and he took another sip of his beer.
“Who designs these torture devices?” she added while straightening up.
He followed her hands as she gestured to her legs encased in a pair of very high and very sexy black leather boots. They went past her knees, but the table cut off the rest of his view. Lucas had to resist leaning forward to see where they ended, but his imagination was now fully engaged.
“Definitely a man,” he replied smoothly.
She finally turned in the chair to look at him. Lucas paused, caught by the intensity in her large golden brown eyes. He also noticed her creamy caramel skin, pink shiny lips, and a mass of jet-black, curly dreadlocks falling well below her shoulders.
“What?” she asked, clearly confused.
“Those boots were definitely designed by a man,” he stated with a wide smile.
She finally blinked, then looked back at her feet.
“You’re right. Explains why I can’t stand in them for more than an hour at a time,” she muttered.
“I don’t think they were meant for that kind of action,” Lucas added, giving her a wicked grin.
The woman looked at him again, assessing him intensely. Her frank stare was strangely unnerving, but he fought the urge to look away.
“You’re pretty,” she finally said. It didn’t sound like a compliment. “Thanks for letting me get off my feet for a minute.”
“Stay as long as you’d like,” he offered casually, sipping his bottle again.
Her eyes narrowed, and her gaze lowered to his lips. Lucas felt the start of a low, familiar pulse in the base of his stomach. She licked those plump, pink lips, and the pulse deepened.
“I’m Lucas, by the way,” he added, when the silence between them stretched uncomfortably.
She blinked again, then smiled broadly. Lucas stopped breathing, while the pulse deepened to a full throb. Wow, she was gorgeous.
“Thanks, Lucas, but I’m good now.”
She stood, allowing him to see her full length. Lucas rose to his feet also, noted her height and soft curves. The boots ended a few inches above her knees where shiny, latex-covered thighs continued, topped with a white crisp men’s-style button-down shirt. But only her eyes kept his attention. They widened with surprise as he stepped closer, topping her by at least six inches. Her brows knitted, then she brushed past him without another word. Lucas turned to watch her walk away as the scent of sweet vanilla and brown sugar lingered softly in her wake.
“Lex! Nick’s leaving,” he heard, as a man from the group at the bar waved in her direction. She was swallowed into the crowd of people.
Lucas looked back at his table, wondering what had just happened. There was no way he had imagined the physical chemistry between them, or her subtle reaction. His body was still humming at a low frequency.
Lex.
In all likeliness, she was here with another guy. Someone from the private party milling around the bar. But the night was young. With any luck, he’d have a chance at round two. Particularly since the other options in the room no longer held any interest for him. Lucas sat back down and ordered another beer as his prime rib dinner arrived.
Over the next forty minutes, he got several glimpses of black locs within the group of noisy men. She talked and laughed with many of them, but none seemed to have a claim on her. He finally drained his second bottle of beer, charging the tab to his room, and headed in her direction.
He was only a few steps from her position against the bar when she said something that must have been very clever, because the three guys around her roared with laughter, one of them almost choking on his drink. Lucas took in her bright smile and the teasing look in her eyes, wishing he could share the joke. He brushed her shoulder lightly as he leaned toward the bartender.
“Stella Artois, please. And whatever she’s having,” he requested, pointing to Lex’s empty cocktail glass.
She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. He met her gaze steadily.
“Thank you,” she said softly when the fresh drink was placed in front of her.
“Club soda?” Lucas quizzed.
She shrugged with one shoulder. “I’m driving.”
He nodded. There was a pause. Lucas intended to wait for her to make the first move, ideally to indicate she also felt the attraction and his attention was welcome. It was usually a pretty easy strategy at a bar. But the seconds ticked on and she just watched him with those curious eyes. He cleared his throat and caved.
“How are your feet doing?”
She smiled.
“I’ll survive for a little longer, I think.”
“Good. But I’m happy to help you out again if needed.” His grin was meant to be charming and flirty, but her raised brows made him doubt its effectiveness.
“Really? And how exactly would you do that?”
Suggestive words sprang into his mind, like the of
fer of a soft bed to rest on and a long foot rub to ease any discomfort. The direction of his thoughts must have been clearly written on his face because she finally looked away. Lucas leaned forward so he could whisper near her ear.
“I’m a gentleman, so I’d do whatever you need me to do.”
“I bet you’re good at that,” she shot back, playing with the frosty condensation at the side of her glass.
“At what?” he probed, now facing her with his elbow resting on the bar. His fresh mug of Belgium draft beer remained untouched.
She rolled her eyes, suggesting he knew exactly what she was referring to. “At doing whatever a woman needs.”
“I can only try my best.”
Lex looked at him again.
“So, Lex, is it? Are you from Toronto?” he finally asked.
“Born and raised. But I can tell from your accent that you’re American. Visiting for work, I take it?”
“That’s a pretty accurate guess,” he conceded.
“A man like you, alone in a downtown hotel bar on a Sunday night, and looking for company? Not hard to figure out.”
“Ouch,” Lucas stated with a grimace. “I’m pretty, and a cliché.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it as an insult, just an observation,” she added. Her eyes twinkled with amusement, taking the sting out of her words. “Unless of course, you have a wife and kids back in . . . where, New York?”
She took a sip from her drink.
“Alexandria, actually. Born and raised in New Jersey, but I live in Virginia now,” explained Lucas, lifting up his left hand as evidence. “No wife, no kids. Not even a girlfriend.”
There was a silent pause as they both continued to assess each other.
“Lex. Is that short for something?”
She smiled wide again, her eyes sparkling.
“Alexandria, actually.”
Lucas laughed.
“Now, that can’t be a coincidence,” he replied, leaning a little closer so that her intoxicating scent teased him.
“Hey, Lex, this dude bothering you?”
Lucas didn’t take his eyes off her, but from his peripheral vision, saw that the guy asking was a couple back in the crowd, standing over six feet and big, almost as big as his friend Evan. But he looked slow and well into multiple cups of alcohol.
“Are you bothering me?” she asked with a big smile. She was enjoying the conversation. Lucas felt encouraged for the first time.
“I hope so, if you don’t mind,” he replied with a grin of his own.
“I’m good, Adrian, thanks,” she told the other man before facing Lucas again. “I’m leaving now anyway. Thanks again for the drink.”
“So early? We were just starting to get to know each other,” Lucas protested.
“Sorry, I have to be at work early tomorrow.”
Lucas followed her as they made their way through the crush of people pressing close to order drinks.
“All right, I’ll walk you to your car.”
Lex gave him a funny look.
“Okay, if you insist,” she conceded.
“I do. I’m a gentleman, remember?”
They were silent as she handed in a coat-check ticket and got back a long, red raincoat that tied at the waist. He escorted her out of the restaurant.
“My car is in valet parking, so I’m just going to the front entrance. There’s really no need to accompany me,” she added.
Lucas looked down the long expanse of the hotel lobby, with the main doors at the opposite side. There was plenty of real estate for more conversation.
“No biggie. It’s on my way to the elevators anyway,” he dismissed with a shrug.
“Giving up on the night already?” she teased with raised eyebrows. “You’re walking away from a lot of potential.”
“Who says I’m giving up?” Lucas shot back. His gaze said very clearly that she had all his attention.
Lex let out a short bark of laughter, her lips spread wide in a big smile. He was now certain she was enjoying their banter as much as he was.
“Exactly what is it that you think you’ll accomplish on this short walk?”
“Nothing. I’m just enjoying your company, that’s all,” he lied smoothly while he plotted the right words to say that would convince her to stay with him for more of the evening. Maybe even all night.
“Liar. You think you can talk me into sleeping with you tonight,” Lex shot back, her voice still soft with humor. “And I bet you’re successful with almost all the women you meet. But, unfortunately, I really have to be up early in the morning.”
Her blunt assessment caused Lucas to stop his slow stroll. His expression showed a mix of surprise and intrigue. Lex stopped two paces ahead and faced him.
“And as tempting as whatever your offer is, I’m not what you’re looking for. I’m the exact opposite of what you want, Lucas.”
He heard two things in her statement: she remembered his name and she was tempted. Lucas smiled, slow and sexy.
“I haven’t made you an offer, Lex,” he clarified.
“Not yet, but you will.”
“Touché,” Lucas conceded. He continued their walk, slightly slower than before, and she fell in beside him.
“What do you think I’m looking for, and why is it not you?” he finally asked, genuinely curious.
“The answer to the first question would damage your fragile ego, pretty boy. And the second is way too complicated.”
Lucas snorted, not the least bit insulted.
“Try me. I’m tougher than I look, and I’ve got time.”
She looked him up and down, her eyes lingering in some interesting places. Lucas felt like straightening his back and flexing his chest. But he resisted the juvenile urge. Nothing he did would demonstrate just how strong or lethal he really was.
“Okay. But I don’t think I can handle it if you start crying,” she shot back, her lips twitching with the effort to hold back a grin. “You’re looking for someone fun, easygoing, comfortable with a casual hookup. A girl that’s not going to have expectations beyond a night or two. A week, tops. And all on your schedule.”
She wasn’t asking for him to agree, and he wasn’t offended. The summary was pretty accurate. Casual sexual encounters required honesty and clarity at the onset or they were bound to go disastrously and uncomfortably wrong. A complication that he never had time for.
“And that’s not something you’re into,” guessed Lucas. “I can respect that.”
“No, I prefer casual, actually,” she clarified, surprising him with the transparency. “And I’m partial to pretty men without expectations. But I need it on my terms, too. My available time is limited and I don’t like to waste it. And that’s where it gets complicated.”
They had both stopped walking, and now stood side by side in the middle of the marble-tiled hotel corridor. A small number of people walked about around them, but neither noticed.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not going to work for you, pretty boy,” she continued.
“Let me be the judge of that. I can compromise,” he replied softly, completely captivated by her frank statements and overall energy.
She looked back at him speculatively, her bold, golden eyes piercing into his. Lucas found himself holding his breath, willing her to see what she needed in order to make a connection between them worthwhile.
“Was that an offer?” Her expression was deadpan, but her tone was teasing.
Lucas laughed. He liked her. “I believe it was.”
“Thanks, but I have to pass,” she finally replied. “I don’t compromise very well. One of my character flaws, I’ve been told.”
She started walking again, much faster and more determined than before, and Lucas could only fall in step. He felt much more disappointed than he cared to admit. And it was more about the end of their conversation than a spontaneous roll in bed.
“Well, there’s no need to decide so quickly,” he added when they reached the large revolvin
g door at the hotel entrance. “I might be here all week.”
Lex turned to face him, then backed into the open section of the turning door and pushed herself out of the building, her eyes fixed on his. Lucas shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, experiencing a rare moment of indecision. She’d already turned down his invitation and was walking away. It was just unmanly to chase after her further. Yet, a minute later, he was following her outside, ignoring the damp, windy night air that easily blew through the fine wool of his sweater.
The valet attendant had already taken her ticket and they stood waiting silently for her car to be brought up. He looked at her profile, then felt her look at his. Their eyes finally locked before the deep, low rumble of a powerful turbo engine vibrated around them. Lucas turned to watch the slow arrival of a late-model Porsche 911 Carrera, tricked out with sexy skirts, matte black sport rims, bright red brake calipers, and a slick storm-gray paint job. It was a beauty.
“This is me,” Lex said at his side, and he turned to find her watching the car as it rolled to a stop. Pride of ownership was written all over her face.
“Wow,” was all he could say.
She laughed, throwing back her head. Lucas couldn’t help laughing also.
“I was serious about my offer,” he added seconds later, feeling helpless to stop her from walking away.
Her lips quirked again, and she stepped to his side, close enough to brush against his arm, but still a breath away. Lucas looked down at her face, locked on those incredible eyes, and did what he wanted. He leaned down until his face was close to hers, then paused to gauge her reaction. Lex lowered her lashes and tilted her chin up an inch. His mouth covered hers without a plan of attack, only the irresistible need to touch her, explore the powerful attraction, taste her flesh before she disappeared into the night.
The kiss was open-mouthed and instantly hot, giving her a glimpse of what he had to offer and taking more than he was entitled to. Lucas was rewarded with her quick response. Lex leaned in until her soft curves pressed into his side. Her tongue met his, swirling around with arousing strokes. Lucas Johnson, elite security specialist and practiced bachelor, felt his knees go weak.
His lids were still closed when she pulled back, stepping out of his reach. His breath was caught somewhere between his stomach and throat, dreading what came next.
