Disciplined
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He left Conrad and the heavy back to go to the back of the converted warehouse where his office was. He closed the door and pulled out his phone, hitting Jones’s phone number.
“What’s up,” he asked, wondering if there’d been a serious breach Jones couldn’t figure out.
“Your girl came up as an alert,” Jones said without any opening chit chat.
“How and where?”
“A routine scan of incoming email going to Yuki,” he said.
Dimi’s blood froze. He’d assumed Anya’s role in anything they were planning was over. He didn’t think Yuki would risk the threat he’d given her.
“They mentioned her by name?”
“No. But after you left, I amended your script to search for instances of ‘Anya’ or ‘Saigo’ to include the words ‘rarity,’ ‘ancient ancestry,’ and a few other phrases that might fit what you told me about this revenge plan that is off the record and which I definitely know nothing about. But you should look for yourself.”
“How would I do that?” he asked, not sure how much Jones knew about what he was capable of.
“I know you left a backdoor open. You’re too good not to.”
Jones disconnected, and he stared at his phone. He dropped into his office chair and opened his laptop, connecting to his firewall server and proceeding to technically break into the Cavendish network.
It didn’t take long to find what Jones was talking about.
One email from a public email provider in Indonesia had a routing trail that included a few IP addresses. The body copy contained the phrase “rare gem of ancient ancestry, specifically the Kerek line out of Russia.”
Sweat broke out on his upper lip.
He ran a search of the IP addresses and he tensed when one of the addresses came back as Makkeido.
A loud whistle from the other end of the unit echoed, and broke his concentration. He ended his connection and closed the laptop lid.
“Boss lady’s here,” Nate called, and he watched Anya slow-ride her bike through the open garage door and weave through the training stations, standing on her pedals and leaning on the handlebars. She wore tight black riding shorts and an equally tight bike shirt. She had it zipped low enough that he got a satisfying view of her tits. Although that meant everybody else did, too.
“Hi, Anya,” greeted Xavier, loosening his grip on one of the other heavy bags and then having it knock into him when his student gave it a thudding kick.
“Hi, Xavier,” Anya said. She wheeled her bike to a stop by his office and hopped off, putting down the kickstand, taking off her helmet, and throwing her riding gloves in it. She glanced over to where Conrad was still planting, weaving, and punching the heavy bag.
“Hi, Conrad,” she greeted the skinny kid she’d adopted as a little brother.
“Hey,” he called over his shoulder, still breathing hard.
Dimi stood in the doorway, stepping forward to catch her when she leapt on him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and planted her lips on his, her tongue pushing inside as her hands held his head.
She smelled of sunshine and sweat, just the way he liked her.
“I can’t control myself when I see you all sweaty like this,” she murmured, letting her legs loosen so she could slide to the ground.
“Do I have to discipline you, young lady, for interrupting my work and distracting my fighters with your pre-doctor body?” he growled, sliding a hand over her tit to play with the zipper pull.
“Maybe,” she said, biting her lip.
“Did you get registered for class in time?”
“Yes, and you’ll never guess what we’re going to study in biology,” she said, moving him so he sat on the edge of the desk with her between his legs.
“The sex habits of tadpoles?”
“Better.” She chuckled. “Sensory technology.”
“Oh yeah?” he murmured, leaning back to look at Conrad through the glass and yell at him. “Switch feet, kid, and work the bag with the other hand.”
Conrad nodded and did as he asked. He looked back to Anya.
“Sensory technology as in what?” he asked.
“As in bio-haptics,” she singsonged and slid her hands down his chest. “And it reminded me you have a flash drive somewhere at home full of some research that we could… look over tonight.”
She shot him a sassy look as she leaned in to kiss him, sucking in his bottom lip before giving it a bite.
“We may need to take a trip. Just for a little while.”
Her body tensed and all flirting left her eyes.
“You found something,” she said, and he watched her pupils dilate.
“I found something. It’s probably residual interest in you, and it was passed around a lot, but it definitely passed through Makkeido’s email servers. So I’m taking you away until I can verify the interest has moved on. I know your classes start in September…”
“That doesn’t matter. I’m going with you, for however long it takes.”
He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until it came out in a long stream. He crushed her against him, feeling her body tremble. He pressed his lips against her hair then leaned back to lift her chin.
“But don’t worry. I know exactly where those flash drives are, and they’re coming with us.”
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About the Author
Lenore Ashwood is a steamy contemporary romance author who believes if she’s not making you squirm in your seat, she’s not doing her job. She lives in the U.S. but considers herself a global citizen. She believes in sex positivity, human kindness, and the kind of girl power the Spice Girls sing about.
She is best known for her wildly innovative Cavendish Club series, featuring stories of the ultra-affluent who seek unusual services at an elite escort agency. But Cavendish Club is different—it combines science and technology to create experiences guaranteed to more than satisfy their billionaire clientele and the consultants they “engage” with.
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Disciplined © 2020 by Lenore Ashwood
Published by Lenore Ashwood and Lodestar Press
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