Page 73 of The Geek and the Sheikh

“I think we should start immediately,” he murmured.

Junebug tossed the fluffy bunny slippers to the side, wound her arms around his neck, and captured his lips. They would have to start here because the bed was full at the moment.

She pushed him down onto the carpet and straddled him. Reaching down, she removed her tie-dyed oversized t-shirt and tossed it to the side. Clad only in her lacy bra and white cotton skirt, she leaned over him, her eyes smoldering.

“I call dibs on being on top,” she declared.

“I give. I give,” he chuckled while reaching up to cup her overflowing mounds in his palms.

Twenty-One

One Month Later:

Allison tapped her fingers impatiently on the steering column of the caterer’s van. It had been tricky, but she and Mark had gotten themselves on the list of extra staff for the big function at the Simdan palace tonight. The new King of Simdan and his American wife were throwing a party. The list of guests included all the Jawahir royal family.

“You will be ready when we tell you.”

Allison kept her expression cool as she stared in the rearview mirror at the former King of Simdan, the ugly, short, and portly uncle of the current king. He leaned forward behind her seat. His face was scarred, and his breath was rancid, as if he hadn’t brushed his teeth in a few decades. Her gaze flashed over the other two men sitting quietly in the back near the double doors of the van.

“Our agreement was you get us inside the gate and we part ways,” Mark stated.

Zulfiquar Kaffir’s sneer pulled at the scar on his face. “You will have the alarms deactivated without anyone ever knowing?”

Allison glanced at the man again. “I said I would and I will.”

“Turn here. There is a service road that was being used during the renovation of the palace. My man told me that it hasn’t been closed off yet,” Kaffir ordered.

“What about guards?” Mark asked, checking the weapon in his hand.

“There is only one here, and he has been well compensated to look the other way,” Kaffir replied.

Allison pulled down along the road when Kaffir pointed to it. She turned off the headlights and slowly pulled forward. A young man emerged out of the shadows and opened the gates. She eased the van forward.

Once they were clear of the gates, the man shut and locked them. Kaffir leaned forward again. She tilted her head, trying to put a margin of space between them.

“Turn right and you will be on the road that is for deliveries,” he instructed.

Allison waited as a van passed them before falling in behind it. The van she was driving was an exact duplicate of the one in front of her and the one coming up from behind. Once she had discovered the Saif-Ad-Din royal family would be attending, she had set her plan in motion.

Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel, wishing it was Bugs' neck. She was going to kill the little bitch! She slowed when the vehicle in front of her pulled around the loop nearest the kitchen.

“Pull ahead into the shadows. We’ll get out there,” Kaffir said.

Allison and Mark stayed where they were as the three men exited the back of the van. They both kept a keen eye on the activities surrounding them. Allison pulled at the neck of her caterer uniform.

“Are you sure you are ready for this?” Mark asked.

“Are you?” she scoffed.

Mark chuckled. “The thought of you messing the bitch up is really turning me on.”

“Grow up,” she growled, pushing the door open and sliding out of the van.

Messing Bugs up was just going to be the beginning. The bitch had drained every, single damn account she had in the past month. The sweet, naïve hacker who was a champion for good had turned into a tenacious, conniving, little piece of shit. She was creating programs faster than was humanly possible!

And rubbing each downtick of my bank account in my face.

Junebug had locked her out of the accounts. She could see but not touch… and man, had she seen! One account after another, the balances had ticked down until they hit zero like the ticking of a clock moving backwards. When she first realized what was happening, she had tried to transfer the monies to a different account. She had been rewarded with a swarm of little bugs all over her screen. No matter what she had tried, all she could do was watch in horror as the balances continued to shrink.

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