Hacking Mr. CEO (Billionaire Heists #3) by Anna Hackett

Mav swallowed a snort.

I’ll buy you lunch.

Nothing messy. Not with what I’m wearing today.





Now all Mav could think about was what she could be wearing.

See you soon, big guy.





He turned the phone over, looking forward to seeing her.

“Okay, now he’s smiling.” Zane looked incredulous. “What is going on, Mav?”

“Spill it, Rivera,” Liam said.

“I’m not smiling.” He drank his coffee. “I have…an interesting project that I’m working, that’s all.”

Neither of his friends looked convinced.

Mav deflected all questions, hurried through his breakfast, and escaped to his office.

Bridget was already at her desk. She was a thirty-two-year-old, icily elegant blonde, with glasses perched on the end of her nose. She had a frosty demeanor he liked. She kept the wolves—aka anyone who annoyed him—at bay, and ran his schedule with frightening precision.

“I lightened your schedule, but you promised to go through the urgent emails.” She looked disgruntled.

He held up a hand. “I’m doing it now.”

“You keep asking for miracles, Maverick, and I’ll need a raise. Or a holiday home in Bora Bora.”

Straight to the point, his assistant. “I’m also expecting a woman. Send her in when she arrives.”

Bridget cocked her head. “A woman? What’s her name?”

“Her name doesn’t matter.” Mav walked into his office. He shrugged off his jacket and got to work.

Ugh, emails were one of those necessary evils. He plowed through as many as he could, as quickly as possible.

It was highly likely his blunt replies would make someone cry.

Bridget brought him another black coffee, and he grunted his thanks.

He took a look at some prelim plans from the electric-car division. Made some notes. But at the back of his mind, he was thinking about The Shadow.

Who the hell was he? Mav swiveled in his chair, staring out the window, but not really seeing the view.

If this guy wanted the Calix Project, he wasn’t good. At best, he was a corporate spy, out to undermine and steal from Rivera Tech.

At worst…

Mav didn’t want to think about the worst.

Whoever this fucker was, Mav would find him, and stop the guy.

The intercom on his desk phone chimed.

“Maverick?” Bridget’s crisp voice.

“Yes?”

“There’s a Ms. Angel here to see you.”

Finally. “Send her in.”

A moment later the door opened, and Mav’s jaw dropped.

She sailed in, wearing a white dress that hugged her curves with loving affection. A white, faux-fur coat hung off her shoulders, and a black belt circled her tiny waist, accenting her hips and breasts.

She wore her hair up, with a few wisps around her face, and flawless makeup, and giant, designer shades, perched on her nose.

She cocked a hip.

“Good morning, Mr. Billionaire. Ready to track down a bad guy?”





8





Dragon Angel





Remi


Okay, I was pretty sure no man had ever looked at me the way Maverick Rivera was looking at me right now.

Fluttery things took flight in my belly. Like I was something delicious, dipped in chocolate sauce.

I liked it. A lot. Too much.

He rose slowly, that dark gaze running down my body.

I swallowed. “You can’t look at me like that.” I tried to pull off a tension-breaking laugh. “God, put on a tight dress, and men only think of one thing.” I strode over and dumped the coat that I’d borrowed off Naomi on the chair, then I hitched myself onto the corner of his big desk and crossed my legs. “We have bad guys to stop, remember?”

His gaze met mine. God, I wanted to run my hand over that stubble-covered jaw.

“I can’t remember my name,” he said.

Those words sent a shot of heat through me. “Aw, you can be sweet.”

“Not usually.” He sounded faintly bemused.

I looked past him and my mouth dropped open. “Jeez, that view. I wouldn’t get anything done in here.”

Maverick moved closer, and looked like he wanted to touch me.

Boy, I wanted him to touch me. And I’d be happy to do some touching of my own.

But I made myself think of Mama, and whoever was The Shadow.

Whatever they had planned, had to be stopped.

My gaze fell to the computer on the desk. It was sleek and sexy. “What is that?”

“My own build.”

I slid off the desk, circled it, and dropped into his fancy, executive chair. It was comfy.

The computer was unlocked and I jiggled the mouse.

“It’s rude to just help yourself to a man’s computer.”

I shot him a look. “Rivera, I’m a hacker.”

As I looked at the system specs, I whistled. This was one souped-up machine.

Maverick leaned a hip against the desk, watching me. “You like?”

“Oh, I more than like. I’m in love, and plotting how to sneak this little baby out of here.”

That got me a flicker of a smile.

I’d sneak him out, too, if I wasn’t highly aware that I’d be flavor of the week and then be left with a shattered heart.