Hot Stuff.
His smile widened. He could even hear her using that snotty little tone of voice.I like your new icon.
You did order me to wear something hot.
He did, just to rile her.Is that what you are, then, a little devil on fire? I see I’m going to have to be careful with my choice of words around you since you’re so literal.
You disapprove?
No. I’ll put the fire out.Hawk hadn’t meant to start flirting with her, but she was tempting and beautiful, and definitely a woman with a mind of her own. He would let her lead him for now.
You might get burned.
You’re quick with the comebacks, too. And a good cook. Among other things.
There’s more, and if you aren’t careful you might find out.
I intend to.The unexpected memory of his hand sliding up the silky flesh of her thigh popped up. Soft skin. Strong, strong thigh muscles….
Is this the way we’re going to communicate now? Through IM? I checked this program you have. All data is erased when you shut the window. Impressive. I gather you didn’t write it.
Hawk shook off the image of Amber’s bare thighs. He was definitely in need of a meditation session; thinking about sex when he was supposed to be working was not the right SEAL attitude. He had to get his mind out of his pants and back to business.
Nope. Not my area of expertise. Yours is writing codes and putting them in specific places, isn’t it?
What’s your area of expertise, then?
Apparently, his mind was faster than his resolve.Finding weapons. Haven’t I already demonstrated it? Want me to do it again tonight?
Okay, Hot Stuff, I’ll let you win this time. Why are we meeting like this?
This is the place to establish contact. We don’t have the privacy or time to know where or when to meet, so it’s the best way. All you have to do is pop up the window to establish contact. My PDA will zip the message. But I want to see you tonight.
Why?
Hawk had decided that it was best to keep things vague. First, he didn’t know how much he could trust Amber. Second, for some reason, he wanted to tempt her, as she did him. Maybe to test how much of her was real.Certain discussions need to be done face to face. Also sometimes we’ll be giving each other things.
Like what?
Massages. I like them.
Do you communicate with all other ops like this? It isn’t very professional.
I can ask the same about you. You started our comm by sexually assaulting me.
There was a slight pause before her answer, as if she were taken aback by his accusation. He had worded it that way to see how she would react.
Will it help if I apologize?
No.
That unforgiving? Come on, it was dark and I didn’t see anything.
That didn’t sound like it was typed by a remorseful woman.Say that to my face when we see each other tonight. It’ll be late. One a.m. or thereabouts.
I’ll be in bed by then.
I have to be with D for a while. I can come into your bedroom and wake you up, if you like. Will you be alone?
