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“It’s a thin shirt, and I think you’d eat people if they saw my nipples,” Silla huffs.

I roll my lips inwards to hide my smile as I give in to my need to touch her and place my hand on her back to get her moving. They’ll argue about this endlessly otherwise.

“Oh,” he says, his lips twisting. “I think I really need to rethink these uniforms.”

I snort, because he’s repeating my words, and instead I just nod.

“You can ditch the bra when you’re with me,” I murmur, and Silla gives me a giant smile. I hope she never figures out how much power lays in it, or I’ll end up agreeing to everything she could ever want.

“I heard you had a busy day,” Gray smirks and Silla glares at me. Oh well, it was nice being the Gods favorite while it lasted.

“I did, but I am fine,” she says instead as we work our way through the hallways to my room.

“Warden!” someone calls and Grayson growls under his breath.

“Have fun, tumble an empire or two,” he jokes, turning to address the person who’s calling him.

Silla looks over her shoulder in surprise as she passes Gray.

“He’s kind of joking,” I explain as we turn the corner. “Sometimes, a CEO has a very bad day because of me.”

“That’s fun,” she comments with a grin as I unlock my bedroom door.

“You’re so much trouble,” I chuckle. “Let’s get to work, Little Hacker.”

Silla steps inside, and I follow, making sure to lock the door behind me. Her shirt is the first thing to disappear, and I make a strangled noise.

“I can’t deal with this thing a second longer,” she complains, pulling off her sports bra with a sigh of relief.

“Gods, if you turn around, we will not be getting any work done,” I groan. Silla fucking giggles, pulling on her shirt with a hum of relief.

“I’m much happier now,” she says, throwing her bra to the side as she turns around.

Silla’s right. People would die if she walked around in that shirt without a bra.

“Okay,” I tell her, struggling not to swallow my tongue as I pull her to my desk that’s set up in the corner. I rarely use it, but there’s room for two chairs and two computers.

Silla sits down, watching my set up as I boot up the devices. She bounces slightly in her seat, which also makes her tits bounce. Fuck, why do the Gods hate me so much. This woman is so damn sexy.

“Alright… So Tripp Financials is rumored to be working with some shady people. One of the board members wants to clean house, and has contracted me to look into this for them. Our job is to get in, find the proof in the form of emails or some sort of paper trail, and get out without anyone being the wiser. I want to see your work, but most importantly how you exit from the interface,” I explain.

Silla nods, already typing. She hacks into the company website, which is connected directly to their servers. Sitting next to her, I watch as she works. Silla is concise, careful, but isn’t afraid to take a calculated risk.

My mouth opens to correct something, but she’s already closing the “door” she made behind her, burrowing deeper into the company’s files. Soon, Silla has compiled emails, offshore accounts, and other evidence, carefully sending herself the information so that I can send it to the board member who hired me.

“Silla,” I murmur, harder than fucking stone. It’s clear she can do this in her sleep, and I can’t wait another second. “Are you feeling confident right now in your abilities? I want to try something.”

“I never feel confident,” she responds, and I look at her surprised. Silla is fucking killing this exercise. “There’s always room for error, so I’m always on edge until I’m out. Why?”

“I have a dare for you,” I tell her, changing my strategy. I have a feeling she’s pretty competitive, and I’ll be right with her just in case something happens.

“Uh huh?” she asks, eyes reading over some text.

“Do you think you could continue to code while warming my cock. Baby, I need you so fucking bad right now, but I don’t want to distract you,” I say slyly, knowing exactly what I’m doing.

“You what?” Silla asks, glancing at me for a second.

“Eyes on the computer,” I remind her. “Take off your pants and panties, and I’ll be your new chair.”