Page 13 of Sweet Pucking Revenge (2-Hour Quickies #6)

Maggie

"Needs more numbers," Dorian calls from the kitchen, where he's arranging a cheese plate. "That man has the password creativity of a goldfish."

The new account setup takes no time. Then comes the fun part.

"Watch this," I tell Grayson, opening two draft emails.

"I ran all his emails through my natural language processing algorithm.

It analyzed his writing patterns, vocabulary choices, even his punctuation quirks.

For Lenora..." I pull up the results. "He uses formal language, business terms, longer sentences.

But with Melody..." I switch screens. "Short sentences, lots of emojis, and way more slang. "

"Show me," Dorian perches on the arm of the couch, offering us wine.

I compose quickly, letting the AI guide the tone.

To Lenora: "Due to a security breach, please use this new email address. My other account was compromised."

To Melody: “ Hey baby ??, Some asshole hacked my email ????. Use this one from now on ??."

"The algorithm doesn't lie," I grin at their impressed faces. "He's literally two different people in these emails."

Grayson snorts. "Perfect."

“Now for the hook.”

To Lenora: "Have you thought about what I said regarding age being just a number? I know I’m right on this one—when something's meant to be, it's meant to be.

I have a surprise planned that will prove exactly how serious I am about us.

These next days I'll be busy with hockey and my sister's treatment, plus planning something special.

If you get messages from my old account, just reply you're out of town, busy. Act normal but don’t engage.

Don't want those hackers knowing they got to me. "

To Melody: "Baby ??, remember what we talked about?

About making things official? ?? Well, let's just say I’ve got plans that'll blow your mind ????. Gonna be crazy busy with hockey ???? and stuff, plus working on this huge surprise for you ????. If my old email contacts you ??, just say you're traveling ???? or whatever. Act normal but like you have no time for convo ???♀???. Those hacker losers ???? don’t need to know our business ????.”

"Now the trap," I add a P.S. to both: "Be home this Sunday at 7 PM.

A courier will deliver something romantic.

Please confirm your ring size and address ASAP.

Need to make sure everything's perfect for next Friday's surprise, and you know how bad I am with details.

Can't risk anything going wrong with something this important. "

"Brilliant," Dorian sighs. "The ring size request is just chef's kiss ."

"They'll both expect..." Grayson starts.

"Exactly." I hit send. "And neither one directly promised, just heavily implied."

"Like Kyle himself," Grayson pulls me back against his chest. "All suggestion, no substance."

"Speaking of substance," Dorian raises his glass, "to the beginning of Kyle Finley's end."

"To karma and its friends," Grayson adds.

"To technology," I laugh, clinking glasses with both.

We barely finish our drinks when I get a notification. I refresh the browser, and two new emails light up the screen.

From Lenora: "Darling, how thoughtful. I'll be waiting Sunday at 7 PM sharp at the penthouse: 3750 Las Vegas Boulevard South, PH2. And since you want to know... size 6. Can hardly wait for Friday's surprise. You know I love a man who takes initiative."

From Melody: “OMG baby!!!! ?????? Size 7!! This is like sooo exciting!!! ??? I'll totally be home Sunday at 7!! ???? My address is Apt 4B, 2175 Paradise Road (the building with the pink flamingos LOL! ????) Should I get my nails done?? ???? Love you sooo much!! ????????”

I grin. "Hook, line, and sinker."

"My evil genius," Grayson murmurs in my ear.

And really, revenge shouldn't feel this good.

But it absolutely does.