Page 6 of Hard Wired

“Welcome,” the housekeeper said. “You folks must be from Bennett Security?”

Three people stood on the doorstep: a gigantic guy with an overgrown beard. A girl with large eyes who seemed to be around twelve.

And in the middle—like she was in charge—a petite woman in black jeans, a long black sweater, and combat boots.

“You’re not Max,” Dominic said, his gaze fixed on the woman in black.

She wore her strawberry-blond hair in a blunt bob. Chunky pink glasses dominated her face, her bright blue eyes staring back at him. A full mouth, with soft lips just slightly open. She had her sleeves pushed up to her elbows, and black tattoos peeked out along her arms. She was like a little rock ’n’ roll pixie.

The pixie arched one of her sculpted eyebrows. “Astute observation. Max has more important things to do. But he told you he’d send his best. That would be me.”

She really didn’t sound happy about it.

Dominic let his eyes rove over her. She had a boyish figure, not many curves, at least none that were visible beneath her baggy sweater. Interest flared in his stomach and then traveled lower. He hadn’t seen anyone so intriguing for months, especially not in person.

“His best what?”

“Not whatever you’re thinking.” She barged inside, pushing past him with a large shoulder bag. “Just tell me where you want the panel.”

The huge guy tilted his chin in a lazy greeting. “You’re Crane, right? I’m Tanner. Here to keep an eye on things.”

“And I’m Priyanka,” the twelve-year-old squeaked. “I’m Sylvie’s assistant.”

So that was the pixie’s name? Sylvie? Interesting.

Dominic didn’t bother with hello, just stepped back to let them all inside. He was trying not to be offended that the women had brought a bodyguard along. Did Max honestly think they wouldn’t be safe around him?

Well, maybe Dominic couldn’t blame them. He did have a tendency to put his hands on women and make them scream. But only in the throes of pleasure.

It was maybe the only thing he was actually good at.

He didn’t have a lot to live for at the moment, but the hope of having sex again ranked high on the list. Maybe he’d get the chance to show this Sylvie how dangerous his hands could be.

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