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

“Wait,” she said. “Rayner—”

“Nothing yet.” Mav kissed her, sliding his hands around to cup her ass.

With a tiny moan, she kissed him back. He lifted her onto the island, shoving her legs apart.

Things were just getting interesting, when his phone rang.

He groaned. “I have to get that.”

“Really?” She shimmied against him.

“It’s my mom.”

“What?” She let go of him at lightning speed.

Smiling, he grabbed his phone. “Hi, Mom.”

“Buenos dias, mi hijo. I hope you’re relaxing.”

“I am.”

Remi tried to wriggle away from him, but he held her tight.

“How are you, Mom?”

“Good, good. Your father and I are in the city today. We’re just around the corner from your place. Are you free for coffee with your parents?”

Oh, hell. Mav glanced at Remi. “Sure, Mom.”

“Wonderful. See you in a few minutes.”

“See you soon.”

Remi impersonated a statue. “See you soon?”

“My parents are about to drop in for a quick visit.”

Her eyes went as wide as dinner plates. “What?” Her voice was a squeak.

“My parents—”

“I heard you.” She leaped off the island. “I’ll hide in your office.”

“You are not hiding.” He scowled at her.

“What are you going to tell them?”

“That you’re a friend.” He hadn’t put labels on what was going on with Remi, but he wasn’t hiding her. He could lie to himself, but not to his parents.

“A friend? Just hanging around barefoot at your place on a Sunday?” She made a sound, then raced around. “Where are my shoes?”

He grabbed her upper arms. “It’s fine. Calm down. We’ll say you’re here working on a special project.”

She sucked in a breath. “Okay. That should work.”

She disappeared out of the kitchen and Mav rinsed out his coffee mug.

When he looked up, she had her laptop at the kitchen table, and a pair of dark-framed glasses perched on her nose.

He stilled. “Where did those come from?”

She looked up. “What?”

Desire was like a punch to his stomach. “The glasses?”

“Oh, my laptop bag. They don’t have a prescription. I find if I wear them at cafés when I’m on my laptop, people leave me alone to work. Glasses have power. Ask Clark Kent.”

He wouldn’t leave her to do anything. He strolled over and caught her chin. “Later, I want you in my bed, wearing those glasses and nothing else.”

Her lips twitched, and her gaze dropped to the hardening bulge in his jeans. “You have a glasses fetish, Rivera?”

“No, I’ve got a Remi-in-glasses fetish.”

The doorbell rang and her smile vanished.

“It’s going to be fine,” he said.

Mav walked to the front door and let his parents in.

“Mom.”

His mother hugged him, then cocked her head. “You look good.”

“Thanks. You too.” He kissed her cheek. “Hi, Dad.”

“Mav.” His father hugged him and they slapped backs.

“We met some friends for brunch,” his mother said.

“Late breakfast,” his father grumbled. “It doesn’t need a fancy name.”

“We have a surprise for you,” his mother continued. “We—”

As they walked into the kitchen, his mother’s gaze snagged on Remi, who was doing her best to look professional.

“Who’s this?” his mother breathed.

“Mom, Dad, this is Remi.”

“Hello,” Remi said with a nod.

Mav waved her over and she glared. He realized this was about the barefoot thing. He jerked his head and she came reluctantly.

“I’m Remi. I’m working with Mr. Rivera on a project.”

“Really?” his mother said. “On a Sunday?”

“An urgent project,” Remi said.

His mother looked at Mav. She was well aware that he didn’t let many people into his private domain, but Remi didn’t know that.

“You might not be aware, but your son is a workaholic,” Remi said.

“Oh, we know,” his mother said.

“And a bit bossy.”

His mom’s lips quirked. “I know that, too.”

His mother looked extremely happy. The door buzzed again.

“Oh, that’s your surprise.” She hustled out toward the front door. “Look who we found downstairs.”

As Zane and Liam strolled in, Mav ground his teeth together. Oh, crap. They saw Remi and froze. Remi looked like she’d stopped breathing.

“What is she doing here?” Zane asked.

“They’re working on a project,” Mav’s mom said.

“I bet they are,” Liam murmured.

“Ah…” Remi took a step toward the door. “I need to check something in the office.” Then she fled.





Remi


I escaped into Mav’s home office.

God. His place was now full of people. The office door flung open and I spun.

Zane Roth stormed in, followed by Liam Kensington.