The Geek Job (10 page)

Anger at her actions, relief at her survival, he could handle, but it was the last emotion that flabbergasted him the most and embarrassed him.

Even now knowing he‘d meant nothing to her, his cock still wanted a piece of her. His whole body did, and he found that unacceptable.

―You need to leave.‖ He pushed his glasses back up on his nose before raising his head to face her, trying to keep his expression placid.

She chewed her lip and didn‘t

immediately answer. In that moment, Anthony finally really looked at her, the shock of seeing her return from the dead and the truths imparted now settling. What he saw made his erection thicker.

Gone was the woman in sexy business suits and hot cocktail dresses. Vanished was the seductress in garters with a naughty smile. Facing him now was a babe dressed in skin tight leather pants that molded her round hips. She wore an unzipped, waist length leather jacket, open just enough to reveal the low cut, skintight tank top that outlined her breasts and clearly displayed her erect nipples.

Anthony swallowed hard, even more attracted to her now in her bad girl getup than before.

―I‘m sorry my presence is pissing you off, but you‘re in danger. If you want to live, you‘ll suck it up and let me do my job.‖

Anthony closed his eyes and counted to ten trying to rein in his temper. Her words, though, had the effect of dousing his libido.

―Whatever. You know what? I don‘t care. Just stay out of my way.‖ He pretended not to see the hurt in her eyes.
What does she have to feel hurt about? I’m
the one she played for a fool.

―I‘ll be just outside the door if you need me.‖ She turned, displaying a perfect ass encased in leather, and Anthony‘s resolve almost crumbled. Thankfully she left, the door sliding shut behind her.

―Fuck!‖ Anthony grabbed a glass beaker and whirled, throwing it at a wall covered in writing. It smashed, the glass shards flying while the liquid rolled in heavy lines down the wall.

Chest heaving, he stared at the mess and wondered when his well-ordered, fulfilling life had gotten so messed up. Even odder, how had he allowed it?
There’s a reason I love science. It never
disappoints me.

He dropped his gaze and focused on the screen displaying the genome results which made no sense. The twirling 3-D image mocked him and intrigued him because he‘d never seen anything quite like it, never even imagined it was possible.

He‘d run the DNA sequence on Lexie‘s blood several times now, and each time it ended up the same. Two strands of different codes wrapped around each other in a complex double helix that fascinated him and actually stirred his brain with an idea that might work with his dilemma concerning Mr. Thibodeaux‘s genetic makeup.

Tapping a few keys, he ran a sub routine to separate the strands and then run them through his database for comparison.

He wondered if Lexie would give him another sample of blood so he could see if the anomaly persisted or prove a simple contamination was to blame. Somehow he doubted she‘d just roll up her sleeve for him to plunge a needle in the name of science. Although, there were other ways of getting DNA…

If she intended to stick around—an idea that excited him more than he liked or wanted to admit— then she was sure to leave traces of her passage in the form of hair, or even saliva. He preferred working with blood, but his curiosity didn‘t care at this point. Alive in body and mind, an invigorating feeling after the previous days in his catatonic state, he attacked his work with an eagerness he didn‘t examine.
It has nothing to do with
her and everything to do with this discovery.
Or so he tried to convince himself.

While the computer ran the analysis on Lexie‘s DNA strand, he pulled up his genetic files on Mr. Thibodeaux, whom Lexie familiarly called Frederick. Just how close was she to his employer?

Anger flared in him and he didn‘t understand its source. Why should he care if Lexie and his boss knew each other intimately? His hand clenched tightly around his pen and it snapped under the pressure.

Sweet gods of science, don’t tell me I’m jealous?

But he knew no other explanation for his extreme dislike at the thought of Lexie with his employer, or any other male for that matter. It seemed even though his mind wanted nothing to do with the deceitful woman, his subconscious and his body weren‘t quite ready to let go.

A yawn crept up on him and he peered at his watch realizing the late hour. He‘d gotten used to starting his work later so his boss could come speak to him, his sun allergy keeping him out of sight until sun down. But Anthony, while willing to compromise, still couldn‘t work wholly at night.

He needed sunlight even if he didn‘t always get a chance to enjoy its warm embrace.

Leaving his machines running simulations that would take hours to compile, he made his way to the door only remembering as he opened it that Lexie waited on the other side.

She lifted her head as he appeared.

Without a word, her face an indecipherable mask, she straightened herself from the wall she leaned against. A twinge of guilt suffused him as he realized he‘d left her waiting out in the corridor without even a chair to sit in, but she said not one word of recrimination.

―I‘m going to bed now,‖ he announced, then his cheeks heated as he realized how it sounded. ―Um, so I guess I‘ll see you tomorrow.‖

Lexie smirked. ―Lead the way. As your new bodyguard, you‘re not allowed out of my sight.‖

―I assure you this building is quite safe.‖

―No, it‘s not. It‘s decent, I‘ll grant you, but to someone like me, still too easy to infiltrate.‖

Anthony held his tongue at her statement.

What does she mean when she says “someone like me?”

Just what is she capable of?
Deciding an argument would get him nowhere, Anthony led the way with his lab coat flapping, much too conscious of the fact she followed. He pressed his palm on the scanner for the elevator and the doors slid open.

―I‘ll have to look into getting added to this system,‖ she mused.

―I can do it for you,‖ he offered.

She turned amused green eyes toward him. ―Yes, you can do it for me,‖ she purred. She laughed when his face heated even hotter.

He didn‘t understand her game. Why flirt with him anymore? He was glad when the elevator arrived at the penthouse, the close proximity of the cab making him too aware of her, the subtle scent of her perfume wrapping around him and firing up his senses. He walked into his apartment and whirled to say good night, but she stalked around him, scanning the room.

―What are you doing?‖

She didn‘t turn to face him when she answered. ―Checking for danger, of course.‖ She flowed through his space, her body moving with a fluid grace that dried his mouth. She looked like a dark predator in her leather, moving from room to room, her eyes scanning every nook and cranny, and, even stranger, he could have sworn she inhaled the air, as if tasting it. The whole thing disturbed him even as it raised his body temperature and cock.

She finished in his bedroom and whirled to face him, because like a stupid puppy, he couldn‘t help following her. ―All clear.‖

―Thanks, I guess. See you in the morning.‖

―Night.‖ She flopped into the armchair by his bed and closed her eyes.

He watched her, puzzled. ―Eh, what are you doing?‖

She opened one eye and peered at him.

―Guarding you, of course.‖ She closed her lid again and Anthony ogled her.

―Can‘t you guard me from another room?

I need to get undressed and go to bed.‖

Lexie sighed and forgot feigning sleep to regard him. ―How am I supposed to guard you if I‘m not with you? It only takes seconds for an assailant to kill you. Now stop protesting and do what you have to so we can both get some sleep.‖

Anthony gritted his teeth as he grabbed a pair of track pants and headed into the bathroom.

No way was he undressing in front of her and making a spectacle of himself. He stripped in the bathroom and stared at his hard dick. Regardless of his thoughts on the matter, his cock appeared more than happy to have her stay.

Unwilling to embarrass himself further by walking out with a stiff prick, Anthony turned the shower on and jumped in. He stood under the hot spray and let it pound against his skin, relaxing his muscles, well, all except the rock hard one. He knew of only one solution to that dilemma.

He wrapped a soapy hand around it and fisted it back and forth. He tried to picture anything but Lexie as he pleasured himself; however, nothing in his past could compare to the ecstasy he‘d enjoyed with her. His breathing hitched as he recalled a previous shower where she‘d bent over for him, her round ass perfectly tilted to display her pink cleft. She‘d watched him over her shoulder, her eyes heavy with passion as he slid into her, the tight walls of her channel clamping down on him. She‘d come before him, the ripples of her climax triggering his, and now, like in the memory, as he stroked himself, he came again.

His body shuddered with minor

aftershocks as the water washed away the traces of his climax, nothing like the quakes that rocked him when Lexie made him come in the flesh. He finished washing himself, trying once again to block her from his mind and thought he was doing a great job until he stepped out into his bedroom wearing a t-shirt and sleep pants and saw her splayed in the chair.

She‘d kicked off her boots and let down her hair which framed her in a dark silken fall.

She‘d also removed her jacket, leaving her clad in her leather pants, which had to be uncomfortable, and a tight top that delineated her bust to perfection. His cock twitched and he almost ran to his bed to hide under the covers.

He tossed and turned in the large bed, unable to sleep knowing how wretched her current location was. He opened his eyes and looked over at her. As if sensing his stare, she opened her eyes and stared back.

―Is everything okay?‖ she asked.

―Yes.‖ He sighed. ―No.‖

―What‘s wrong?‖

―I can‘t let you sleep in the chair.‖

Her gaze narrowed. ―I already told you, I‘m not leaving.‖

―I got that part. This bed is huge. It would be selfish of me not to share it.‖

Her lips twitched. ―Why, Anthony, I never thought you‘d have the nerve to ask.‖

He blushed at her innuendo. ―That‘s not what I was implying. I wasn‘t asking for sex. I just can‘t in good conscience let you sleep in the chair when this bed has more than enough space for both of us. And, if you need something less confining to wear, I‘ve got some shorts and track pants in the top drawer of my dresser.‖

―Thanks. I think I‘ll take you up on the offer. Frederick‘s goons apparently didn‘t bring my shit up.‖ She moved to rummage through his drawer pulling out a pair of his jogging shorts, then, instead of going into the bathroom to change, her hands went to the button of her pants.

Anthony shut his eyes and turned his head as she yanked her leather bottoms down, her amused chuckles making him heat and not just in the face.

He rolled himself over to his edge as she climbed into the bed. He held his body stiffly and he heard her sigh. ―Good night, Anthony. Don‘t worry, I promise not to bite.‖

She said the words as if disappointed, and truthfully, Anthony was, too. He‘d quite enjoyed the way she‘d nibbled him in the past. But as his mind reminded him,
she needed to get paid to fuck the
geek.

Holding onto his anger—and hurt—he fell asleep.

* * * *

Lexie woke to find herself plastered to Anthony with an arm and a leg thrown over him.

She immediately scooted away, appalled at her lack of control. She didn‘t allow the excuse of slumber to placate her. She couldn‘t allow herself to get involved with him, especially not this close to the full moon. Her wolf roiled restlessly in her mind and her pussy throbbed, the pair of them arguing against her plan of action, or in this case, inaction.

Too bad. Anthony is a human and deserves
better than me.
She used the bathroom while he slept, leaving the bathroom door open so she could hear if anything untoward happened. She quickly peed, showered and brushed her teeth with a spare toothbrush she found in the vanity.

When she emerged, the bed lay empty with her geek nowhere in sight. Dressed only in her tank top and panties having forgotten her pants by the bed, she dashed out into the main apartment, sniffing the air and locating him along with coffee.

She stalked into the kitchen, bristling.

―Don‘t you ever sneak off on me again,‖

she growled, chastising herself for taking too long in the bathroom.

Anthony, already dressed for the day in chino‘s, a white shirt and a fresh lab coat, arched a brow as he held out a mug of coffee. ―Good morning to you, too. Are you always this grumpy in the morning?‖ As soon as he said it, she could see him recall their previous mornings together where they‘d woken in a more intimate fashion wearing smiles of pleasure.

She couldn‘t resist teasing. Why not, she already knew she was going to hell when she died.

―I prefer your previous method of wake up involving hot sausage.‖

He flushed and he turned around to busy himself, but not before she caught his pants tenting.
I’m playing with fire. Good thing I heal quickly.

She sat down and watched him, unable to stop herself. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he turned around again holding two plates and his composure. He slid a plate in front of her before sitting down.

She grimaced at the scrambled eggs and microwaved bacon. ―Are you trying to kill me?‖

Anthony, seated across from her, regarded his own plate with a frown. ―My cooking skills don‘t extend to the kitchen, but ask me to whip something up in the lab and I‘m your man.‖

―Oh, I‘d say the lab isn‘t the only place you can cook.‖ Lexie wanted to slap herself as once again she flirted with him, but it wasn‘t entirely her fault. She got a kick out of seeing him flustered, and it didn‘t hurt her pride either to know that despite what she‘d done, he still couldn‘t help desiring her.