Caught in the Act

Once upon a time, there were three brothers—heroes, one and all. But these three men worked so hard they didn’t have the time to pin down the right woman. Until one steamy summer, when each of them met crazy ladies during the course of their duties—crazy ladies out of control….

Why was it that her scent reached him all the way across the room? Liam O’ Neil glanced over at the pretty blonde software engineer on the far side of the open plan office. Wherever he was, he could smell her perfume. He could also invariably see her, and feel her intense scrutiny.

Mostly it was because she was stalking him.

Chrissie Stanfield crossed his path whenever she got the chance. Apparently she had to check out what he was up to, numerous times a day. Even when he was under a desk installing new cables, he’d see her stroll by, and he’d have to pause whatever he was doing to admire her legs.

He lifted his head and smiled at her when he caught her looking his way. Ruffled, she looked away without acknowledging him.

Too late, you little minx, I caught you.

Right from day one, Liam knew she was on to him—or thought she was. His current post was undercover, investigating security and a possible leak from a top-notch banking software design company. Someone was stealing and selling their code. It wasn’t Chrissie, much to his relief. It certainly livened up the job having her to look at, though.

Right now her annoyance at having been caught showed. Her lower lip projected ever so slightly, giving her the cutest pout, and it made him want to hold her. Preferably in a long, slow, horizontal grind. She was petite and blond, her body physically compact in a way that suggested he could put her on his lap. Naked, ideally. She was also tough as old boots and fiery—hellish fiery. What would she be like in bed, with all that fire and sass on full throttle? It gave him a hard-on just thinking about it. He shook his head. Just as well he was on top of this project already, otherwise she would be a dangerous distraction.

Despite his preoccupation with her sexual personality, he could also tell she was annoyed there was something between them, the fire in her eyes told him that. So did her annoyance when he tried to chat with her. There was no hiding it. It was the sort of clash that flared up when you wanted someone you didn’t want to want. He bided his time. He had his job to do; but it was fun watching her stake him out. They were two of a kind in that respect. But if she wanted to stalk him around the office, he wasn’t about to argue, because she was closing in, and he was waiting for her to pounce, just so he could turn the tables on her.

“He’s got a great body, the new IT bloke, hasn’t he?”

Chrissie looked up when she realized someone was speaking to her. Theresa, her boss, stood over her desk, glancing down at her with an amused expression.

Theresa nodded her head in the direction Chrissie had been looking. “Or were you admiring his brain power?”

“I hadn’t noticed,” Chrissie lied. “But there’s something about him that bothers me.” She was annoyed, because she had hoped she was being subtle. Even so, she couldn’t stop herself looking back at Liam again. He was squatting at a PC base unit next to a desk some thirty feet away from hers on the other side of the office. His position gave her a perfect view of his physique under the soft cotton long-sleeved T-shirt and tight black jeans he wore. Some part of her instinctively knew he’d be well worth having, doing the business between her thighs. What on earth was wrong with her? She didn’t normally notice whether a man’s rear end was fit or not, but the rear end she was currently looking at was fit in a way that grabbed her attention. The very shape of it made her hands itch to touch him. She ran a finger beneath the neckline of her top, allowing cool air to circulate underneath the fabric. Where the hell were these thoughts coming from?

“You got the memo from head office,” she added, “we need to be vigilant.”

Theresa gave a knowing smile. “He’s too new.”

Chrissie flashed her eyes at her boss. “Maybe not, I’ve checked out the dates, and I don’t trust him.”

“You’re very observant.” Theresa winked. “You just go right ahead and keep your eye on him.”

Chrissie pouted at her boss’s back.

She couldn’t deny it he was an attractive man, though. What did that prove? He was up to no good, she was sure of it. Something about him was suspicious, and more annoyingly, something about him was vaguely familiar. If he was the software thief—and she was pretty sure he was—then maybe she’d seen him somewhere else, maybe at a convention. He’d want to see the people who worked here before he infiltrated the workplace.

They’d been asked to be vigilant. A rival company had put out code suspiciously like theirs, only days before theirs went on the market. The board couldn’t be sure, but someone on the inside might have stolen the software in production—it had to be Liam. First she’d had her eye on Ted Warburton as the possible thief. He’d always been a quiet, secretive type. Liam had quickly replaced Ted on her list of possible suspects. She glared at him, her annoyance multiplying when he smiled over at her, casual as anything. Damn cheek. She looked away, both suspicious and hating the effect he had on her. It was hot in the office today, that’s what it was. It always made her horny. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together. Liam just happened to be there, that’s all.

It was the fact he was out of place that magnetized her attention, had to be. The man looked as if he pumped iron for a living. In their business park office on the outskirts of London, where the other employees tended to be geeky types, that was unusual. He was a distraction that was beginning to get under her skin. Her panties were damp, her pussy on fire. Bastard. Not for the first time this week she was going to have to sneak off to the ladies toilet to masturbate. It wasn’t something that had ever happened to her in the workplace before.

“Can I get you something?” It was Liam.

Her back stiffened.