Friends Wanting Benefits (13 page)

"Perfect." He turned and walked out the door.

Turning her attention to Bobby, Victoria was treated to a view of him bent over banging on the keyboard with his ass crack showing out of his super-tight corduroy pants. She held back a laugh.

He grumbled, "Tell me exactly what you need."

"Full access." She shrugged.

"I know." He gave her a tired look. "But do you need a secure VPN tunnel or HTTP or HTTPS… What?"

"Um, I, uh… Can I use a phone?"

He scoffed then pointed to the wall. She moved to it, picked up the receiver then looked at him, waiting. "I need just a minute."

Rolling his eyes and mumbling under his breath, he left the room and closed the door.

She dialed the number for her cabin and cringed. "Come on. Come on."

"Hello," Ethan answered.

"Thank God you're there."

"Where are you?"

"In the computer room."

"The computer room on this ship?"

"No…" She sighed. "I took a helicopter and I'm at the Pentagon right now. Yes, I'm still on the ship."

"Sorry. With you, who the hell knows? When are you coming back to the room, I really—"

"Look, I don't have much time. You studied computers, right?"

"No, I was a math major. I thought I told you."

"That's the same thing, isn't it?"

"Um, no, not really."

"But, I'm sure you know some things about computers, right?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"Okay, so some nerdy computer genius is asking me what kind of access I need… He said VNP or TITS or something."

"Victoria, what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm pretending to be an F.B.I. agent."

"What? Why?" He scoffed.

"It's a long story, but I've convinced the captain that I can somehow review all the security footage with some facial recognition software."

"Wow, you're an F.B.I. agent? I think I just got a little hard."

"Really?" She giggled.

"Yeah, maybe later I can pretend to be a terror suspect and you can use whatever tactics you deem necessary to get me to talk."

"I'll get you to talk all right."

"I know you will."

"Okay, but we can talk about that later."

"All right. All right."

"Right now I need to sound convincing if I'm going to get sweaty nerd boy out of my hair. The captain was easy… All I had to do was give him some of that Sharon Stone
Basic Instinct
treatment and he was like putty in my hands."

"No way, you flashed him your beaver?"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures— I had to show him my ass too."

"You didn't!"

"I did, but something tells me that won't work with nerd boy, so short of handing him an advanced copy of the sequel to the movie
Avatar
I'm going to need to know what the hell I'm talking about."

"Okay, so first find out what kind of system they have. If he says UNIX or Linux then tell him you need root access if he says Windows then tell him you need full admin rights."

"Okay, UNIX or Linus equals root and windows equals admin."

"It's Linux not Linus."

"Whatever."

"And if he presses you, just say you'll setup your own VPN tunnel with special F.B.I. software or something like that."

"Good idea. Now don't leave the room in case I need you."

"Okay… And Agent Wilde?"

"Yes."

"I've been a very, very bad boy."

"I know, and I'll deal with you later," she said in a stern voice.

Smiling, she hung up the phone then took a moment to compose herself before opening the door.

Leaning against the wall chewing on his fingernails, Garboni scowled. "So what do you need?"

"What kind of system do you have?"

"It's a .Net network running Linux."

She spoke loudly with authority, "I need root access and show me where all the security footage is stored along with the passenger photo database."

"Wait, are you going to—"

"Now Garboni, unless you want me to call the captain!"

"All right," he grumbled then waddled past her and plopped himself down in a chair in front of a screen. She pulled up a chair next to his and feigned interest as he quickly opened multiple windows and spit out instructions at a rapid fire pace. His coffee breath turned her stomach and she backed away a bit, covering her mouth.

He spewed out one last run-on sentence filled with crazy acronyms, computer jargon and somewhere hidden inside there may have even been a question, but she ignored all of it and simply said, "Got it!"

"You do?"

"Yeah, I'll take it from here."

"But—"

"Go Bobby!" She cringed, sickened. "And you might want to grab a mint."

Glaring at her, he stormed toward the door.

"Close it please."

He slammed it closed and she giggled.

Pulling her iPhone from her pocket, she looked at the time. Then after thinking a moment, she opened up her iBookstore app and picked up where she left off reading Jillian's latest novel she'd downloaded the previous night.

She spent twenty minutes reading and during one particularly steamy chapter she became so worked up that she considered slipping back to her cabin to pre-interview her suspect. Deciding that was probably a bad idea, she tore her interest away from the book and called Ethan to get some advice on the proper language to use when presenting her findings to the captain. She noted it all on her iPhone notes application and studied it carefully.

She spent another five minutes spinning in her chair before closing each window on the PC that nerd genius had opened. Then she called the captain.

A few minutes later she sat with Waterbrook in his office. "Do you have good news for me?"

"I think so. I used the latest software technology algorithms and ran the images through a pixilation enhancement process, uploaded all the security footage to the super-computer at Langley, and it all came back negative. No match could be found, the images are just too poor. You know, you may want to consider upgrading your security system to HD cameras." She smiled proudly that she was somehow able to remember all that boring technical crap.

"Huh?" He looked at her confused.

"Basically, I put the full resources of the United States government behind this task and came up empty. I think it would be fruitless for you to spend another minute searching. Unless you get some fresh piece of evidence, I'm convinced it would be a waste of your time."

"I agree." He sighed. "Well, thank you for trying, Agent."

"Well, I'm just glad I could help."

He smiled. "I insist I have you and your boyfriend as my dinner guests at my table tonight."

"We would love to."

"Wonderful— it's eight o'clock in the main dining room. I'll leave your name with the maître d'."

She smiled. "I look forward to it."

He rose to his feet and opened the door for her. Taking her hand in his, he said, "We really appreciate your help Agent Wilde."

"Oh, don't mention it."

She headed out to the elevator and pushed the button for the shopping area on the sixth floor. Grinning, she thought of all the things she needed to buy for the interrogation of her terror suspect.

Lounging on the bed wearing a T-shirt and silky gym shorts, Ethan flicked mindlessly through the channels on the television. Following Victoria's instructions, he hadn't moved from the room.

Suddenly a loud banging on the door startled him and he sat upright. Unsure if it was someone at his door or some other kind of noise, he turned off the television and waited. Louder banging was followed by a deep, yet feminine voice calling out, "I know you're in there Listwood."

He chuckled and made his way to the door. Looking out the peephole, he spotted Victoria wearing an angry expression.

He took a moment to compose himself then opened the door halfway. "Yes?"

"Ethan Listwood?" Victoria held her toy police badge up and scowled.

"Yes, what's this about?"

"Agent Wilde, F.B.I."

He frowned. "But your badge says police."

She sighed then said in a tired voice, "Just go with it."

"Okay." He shrugged.

She returned to her angry expression and growled, "You're under arrest for conspiracy to—"

He bolted for the balcony and she rushed after him. When he reached the closed sliding glass door he pretended to struggle with the lock.

Agent Wilde grabbed hold of his arm and pulled it behind his back. "You're mine, Listwood."

"What's this about?" He glanced back to her.

"Don't look at me." Placing a hand on the back of his head, she pushed it against the glass door just a bit too enthusiastically.

"Ouch…" He whined.

"Sorry." She cringed, breaking character.

"It's okay."

"You sure?"

"Uh-huh." He glanced back to her with his face still pressed into the glass. "This is fun."

"Isn't it?" She giggled like a schoolgirl.

Returning to her official tone, she boomed. "Don't move!"

She pulled a pair of toy handcuffs from the waistband of her skirt and attached one end around his wrist and the other, she cuffed to the sliding glass door handle. "Now stand up straight."

He did as she commanded.

"Are you carrying a weapon?"

"No, I'm not."

"I don't believe you. Spread your legs."

He moved his legs apart.

"Grab some glass pretty boy."

"What?" He chuckled.

She shrugged. "I don't know it sounded cool in my head."

"Oh, you mean put my other hand against the door… Okay."

Placing his un-cuffed forearm against the door, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against his wrist.

She moved close to him and patted down his upper body, staring at his back she moved to his chest then down to his abdomen with her mock weapon search. Sliding her hands lower, she felt the growing bulge in his pants. "Uh-huh… What's this?"

"It's um, nothing," he replied with as much terror as he could manufacture.

"That's not nothing!" She slipped down to her knees and wrapped her hands around his right thigh, running them up slowly to his groin. "You're packing a weapon and I'd say it's a big one."

He held back a giggle.

"You think this is a joke?" Gazing up to him, she somehow kept a straight face.

"Sorry, no."

Slipping a hand into the leg hole of his boxer briefs, she wrapped her fingers around his growing cock.

He moaned and gasped for breath as his eyelids slowly drifted closed. "Oh…"

"Who are you working for?" She snarled as she massaged his penis.

"What?" He asked breathlessly.

"Who are you working for?" She wrapped her fingers around his balls.

"You'll… oh… you'll… never get it out of me," he struggled to say.

"You don't think so?" Rising to her feet, she grabbed his neck. "Legs together!"

He moved his legs together. She rose up on her tiptoes, pressed her lips to his ear and whispered, "Oh, I'll get it out of you. Just watch me."

Sliding her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and boxers, she ripped them both down in one motion.

"Spread 'em again."

He lifted one foot up to free it from the shorts and underwear then moved his legs apart.

She whispered again in his ear, "When I'm done with you, you're going to tell me everything I need to know."

"Never."

She lifted his T-shirt up and placed her lips against his back and nibbled on his skin with her teeth. He groaned. Placing her hands on his hips, she moved down trailing kisses along his spine as she made her way to his right thigh.

She sat down on the carpet then turned with her back to the sliding door, ducking her head down to maneuver under his spread legs and hanging male parts.

She gazed up to his full erection as it pointed directly at the glass. Breathlessly, he watched as she took hold of his shaft and directed it at a downward angle. Suddenly she covered him with her mouth and he gasped, pressing his face against the glass as he struggled to breathe. "Oh, fuck… Victoria."

She purred with delight as she moved her lips over him at a fever pitch. He groaned loudly and she wrapped her free hand around his balls and tugged down on them gently.