Steal: A Bad Boy Romance by D.G. Whiskey Page B

that would do it for me right
now.”
    Kat
held the door open. “I shouldn’t be letting you in without the proper
clearance, but it’s not like you’re the type of person we’re supposed to keep
out of here.”
    She has no idea.
    “I
sure hope not.”
    “Why
don’t I show you around?” Kat asked, and led me on a tour of the small set of
rooms. “This is the main office area where ninety percent of the employees sit.
As you can see, it’s all open concept and arranged by team, so all of my people
sit together in this section here, and those desks over there are the sales
guys. The cushy section by the windows is where the software engineers and
mathematicians sit. It’s the brain-trust—those guys are scary smart.”
    From
there, we walked through the few rooms off the main office. “A couple meeting
rooms, here. The employee lounge—this is where people eat and we come to
hang out when there’s a spare moment. It’s got everything a standard startup needs: pool table, foosball, table tennis, and
video games.”
    “Interesting.
The bank would never even consider putting a room like this in. It doesn’t
occur to the corporate types that placing a haven of distraction in the middle
of a work environment might improve employee morale and encourage harder work
when not on break.”
    Kat
nodded. “ Mmhm . It’s a different world, that’s for
sure. Now this room here is the server room, and that’s where the algorithms
and everything are held and all the magic happens.”
    I
stepped up to the door and looked through the window. Rows of computers sat in
metal racks, wires bundled neatly and running in thick cables through the
walls. The handle was locked, but it didn’t look like it had any special
security on it.
    “Bathrooms
are here, just your standard office affairs. There are other ones in the
building’s gym that have showers and everything.”
    “Makes
sense. If you come in before work, you wouldn’t want to be sweaty all day.”
    “Exactly,”
Kat nodded. “And for some people who ride their bikes in every day, they want
to take a shower after. Finally, here are the offices for the management, and
this one is mine.”
    She
held the door open for me. Instead of stepping through, I dropped the duffel
bag and put my hands on her hips. I pressed her back against the door, pinning
her there.
    Kat
lifted her face to mine, bringing her lips within striking distance. They were
soft as ever, waiting for me to capture them. We’d kissed enough times that the
chemistry was automatic—there was no awkward bumping of teeth or
mismatched timing of mouths. The joining of our lips was a Broadway play, the
best of the best, an all-star event.
    I
loosed a low, animalistic groan and Kat responded with her own moan in return.
My hand found her neck and the other her thigh, pulling her leg up until it
wrapped around me. We pressed into each other as if we could force our bodies
together and join into one.
    I
broke the kiss, hand still on Kat’s neck and controlling her head. I waited
until she opened her eyes.
    “Do
you trust me?”
    It
took only a shadow of a moment before she nodded. “Of course.”
    “Good.”
    I
recaptured her mouth and turned her around, guiding her backward until her ass
bumped into the wide meeting table that dominated a third of the room. Then I
bent over to pick something out of the duffel bag on the ground.
    A
fluttering piece of black silk streamed out of the side pocket, a bare wisp of
fabric.
    “What
is that?” Kat asked, her voice low with the sultry rasp it got when she was
turned on.
    I
didn’t answer, but instead brought the silk to her face, wrapping it around and
tying it at the back.
    “Can
you see?”
    Kat
shook her head. “Can’t see a damn thing. Pitch black in here.”
    “Good.”
    I
traced my fingers along her arms until they arrived at her neck. Goosebumps
pebbled her skin in response, the sensations heightened by not being able to
see where I would go next.