Page 114 of Undeniably Corrupt
That was insanely stupid of me. Mrs. Heather had already told me he comes through there a couple of days a week and that they talk.
“My father never comes to see me.” She blinks at me and tilts her head. “Agent Vega?”
This is where things start to get tricky for me, but if I want her trust, I have to give her mine first. Besides, at this point, she pretty much already knows I hack. She just doesn’t know the extent of it.
“Wait. Before you answer that.” She climbs off me, and that’s not nearly as fun as her climbing on me. “Turn away,” she commands as she tucks her dress between her thighs over her pussy to cover it.
“You’re kidding, right? I’ve seen every inch of you.”
“Goodie for you. I said turn away. I can’t sit on you with my pussy rubbing your freaking pants and dick.”
I roll my eyes but close them, giving her this one. “This good enough for you?”
“Only if you’re not peeking.”
“I’m not.”
“Done. You can open them. Did you have to tear my panties? I don’t have another pair here.”
I blink open my eyes and smile widely at her scowl. My little angel is so fucking hot when she’s angry with me, but nowisn’t the time to get distracted. I crook a finger at her, and thankfully she comes back to me, but because she always has to be a touch defiant, she doesn’t climb back on my lap.
“Get over it. You’re mine. My girlfriend, my lover, my roommate with benefits, my life.Mine.” I pick her up and place her back on my lap where she belongs. “That wasn’t some mid-thrust, your pussy and ass feel like magic talk. I’ve meant it every time I’ve said it.”
She shifts around to keep herself covered and then places her forearms on my shoulders so she can play with the strands of hair at the back of my neck. The fact that I not only know she’s not wearing panties but also feel it is driving me crazy. My cock is already hard. It’s a goddamn trigger reflex whenever she’s near, but I force myself—and my dick—back in line.
“Agent Vincent Vega?—”
She snorts out a laugh. “You’re kidding.”
“No. I think it was intentional on his part, actually. I think he wanted me to know it was a fake name and that he wasn’t there as a real FBI agent. I think he wanted my skepticism. Anyway, he came to visit me right after you started working here. He was poking at me, at my past and my arrest in college.”
“Wait.” She holds up her hand, stopping me. “What arrest?”
Here’s where this gets serious. “Angel, what I’m going to tell you is me putting my life in your hands. My freedom, more or less. I’mtrustingyou. Do you understand that? It’s not something I do with hardly anyone.” Not anymore.
A shudder rolls through her, but she nods. “Yes. I understand.”
“You already know I’m a hacker. You figured that out, and most people can guess at it, but they have no real notion of it or what I do. You know about my closet, but Champagne’s the only other one. Legit, everyone else thinks it’s a closet and that I play drums and video games in there.”
Her eyes round. “Oh. I had no clue. About your closet, Imean. This… Vega person mentioned you used to hack things you shouldn’t.”
I try not to grimace. “Cassian’s death and subsequently leaving you fucked me up pretty good. I was… doing stupid shit. Careless shit. I wanted to burn the world, and in some ways, I started to. I won’t go into the details of it, but I hacked something pretty major and got busted for it.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t remember hearing about that, and that’s something that would have traveled to Lavender Lake.”
“My father made sure my name never hit the papers and that it was kept silent. The bust was reported, but it simply stated that MIT students were involved in an underground hacking ring in competition with Caltech. That’s it. The FBI and the NSA didn’t want it broadcast either.”
“TheNSA? Jesus, Vander.”
“Anyway, my arrest was expunged along with any record of it. Vega knew about it. There’s only one guy at the FBI who likes to fuck with me, and he’s the one who arrested me. He also hasn’t bothered me in years. I’m positive I’m still on a watch list, but no one really minds me because I’ve kept myself outwardly clean and I’m insanely careful.”
“But this Vega guy knew about it when he shouldn’t.”
I nod. “Yes. Because he’s actually an undercover FBI agent.”
“So he showed up here as a fake FBI agent when he’s actually a real one because my father sent him to scare and intimidate you,” she states, working it through. “But he’s also working for my father as one of his hired men.”
“He’s undercover. Your father is involved in a lot of criminal activity, and it seems he has triggered the FBI with it to the point where they sent someone undercover into his operations. Probably because they don’t have enough evidence to arrest your father or indict him. I think your father sent him to get afeel for how things are between us, and in doing so, Vega tried to get a sense of me and what I can do.”
