Hot Target by Marliss Melton

Author:Marliss Melton [Melton, Marliss]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePublishing Works!
Published: 2017-09-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Sliding toward the center of her sofa, Hilary focused on the laptop balanced on Stuart Rudolph's long, muscular thighs and gaped at the identifying logo on the top left corner of the screen.

"Oh my God, did you just hack into Homeland Security?" She verified the logo on the website then sat back to regard him in awe.

In the two hours he'd been in her apartment, they'd barely spoken a word. Stu, as she'd begun calling him, had powered up his laptop, jumped onto the internet using his hot spot, and gone straight to work fulfilling Juliet's request for more background on Hans Coenen. Hilary had figured they might as well get that chore out of the way since casual conversation had proven more than Stu could manage so far. Working side-by-side ought to break the ice, at which point Hilary could proceed with her seduction.

Eyes fixed on his laptop, Stu shrugged his wide shoulders. "It's not that hard." His deft fingers alternated between the keys and the mousepad, moving so quickly she hadn't been able to follow his strategies.

"They have way too many systems with trusted relationships," he added, hitting the enter key and waiting for the next screen to open. "Once you're in one, you can daisy-chain all the way to the target."

Stu made it sound easy, but Hilary had tried many times, unsuccessfully. "But how'd you get past their firewall?"

A twitch of his handsome lips indicated that such devices were merely knee-high hurdles to him. "I used a zero-day exploit."

His hacking strategies couldn't have sounded any sexier. In fact, everything about Stuart Rudolph from his long, clever fingers to his dark eyes and the profound thoughts in them entranced her. He was tall, socially awkward, and reminded Hilary of Clark Kent in the way he hid his superhero physique under a purple turtle-neck sweater and corduroy pants.

A certain sexy SEAL needed help with his wardrobe.

She'd like to take him shopping right then. First, they would do their job since Stu was relentless in getting it done. He'd declined Hilary's offer of a glass of wine. Like a SEAL on reconnaissance, he wanted to keep alert lest he overlook something critical. Hilary sensed that, short of tearing her clothes off in front of him, there'd be no distracting him.

If you can't beat them, join them, she'd decided, opening her own laptop.

At first, she'd attempted to compete, trying to find something, anything, about Coenen's history before Stu did, but it quickly became apparent he would beat her every time. Not wanting to look incompetent, she'd set her laptop aside to watch him work. Under the pretense of needing to see his screen better, Hilary had shifted closer and closer until her right breast brushed his left arm.

"You are a freaking genius," she breathed as he poked around in Homeland Security's server.

He sent her a quick, distracted glance, which dipped momentarily to her breast resting on his arm. A hint of color appeared on his sharp cheekbones. Was it her

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