He turned, giving her his back. In bold white letters were the words J.C.’S COMPUTER REPAIR. WE’LL HAVE YOUR HARD DRIVE PURRING IN NO TIME.
“I see,” she said, suddenly breathless. Purring hell, he’d already fried her circuits and she had yet to find out his name!
“I take it you’re closed today?” he said, noting the empty waiting area with a wave of his hand.
“Yeah, I usually do paperwork and finances on Saturdays. But my computer decided to freeze up instead. To be honest, this is the second time it’s happened this week. It’s getting extremely inconvenient.”
“And we certainly wouldn’t want you inconvenienced, Dr. Smart. Maybe you should point me to the problem child.”
Roni wanted to rail at him, but alienating the man before he had a chance to fix her computer didn’t seem smart. She held her tongue and escorted him to her office. Pointing to her flat-screen monitor, Roni said, “I’ve turned it off and back on three times this morning, but it’s not helping.”
He moved around her desk and sat in her chair. There was something intensely sexual about seeing the hard-bodied man at her desk. The image of him bending her over the sturdy mahogany as he pounded into her wet pussy flooded her mind. Roni shook the X-rated thought away and asked, “Would you like some coffee? It’s still fresh.”
“Sure, thanks,” he mumbled as he went to work.
A man of few words. Roni shrugged and left him to his geekiness. After pouring the last cup from the glass carafe into a clean mug, Roni brought it back to her office and placed it on the desk. “It’s black; will that do?”
“That’s fine,” he said as he continued pounding the keys.
Roni sat in one of the other chairs and crossed her legs, waiting for him to finish working his magic. Several minutes went by before he rubbed his chin and sat back in his seat. When his gaze moved away from the screen and traveled over her body, awakening her inner slut, Roni had to force herself to stay seated. Jumping the repairman was way too cliché. Right?
“Do you only use this computer for work, Dr. Smart?”
His question surprised her. “Uh, yes. I have a laptop I use for personal matters. The desktop is strictly for client records and to keep track of my business finances, that sort of thing. Why?”
He quirked a brow and tapped a few more keys, before saying, “So, you never go out to the Internet and download videos or images?”
She frowned. Maybe he was hard of hearing. “I just said it’s for business. Not pleasure.”
“Do you let anyone else use this computer?”
“My assistant has access, but what does that have to do with it freezing up?” Before he could answer, her anger got the better of her. “This has been happening constantly. A tech came out and fixed it and swore it wouldn’t happen again. To tell the truth I’m about ready to take my business elsewhere. I simply don’t have time for this type of distraction.”
“Porn.”
“What did you say?” Surely she hadn’t heard him right.
“Someone’s been downloading porn. That’s why your computer keeps freezing up. You’ve let your virus protection expire and as a result you’ve been hit with spyware. A lot of it.”
“Porn? B-but that’s impossible.”
He crooked his finger at her. “Come here. Let me show you something.”
Roni left the chair and moved around the side of the desk until she stood next to him, his eyes level with her breasts. A few buttons, a little leaning and she could offer him something besides coffee to sip on. The man wasn’t here to be mentally molested though.
She cleared her throat and growled, “Okay, I’m here.”
His grin wasn’t at all professional. “Yes, you are.”
She started to chastise him but he turned to her monitor and went back into work mode. “See this?” he pointed to a file she didn’t recognize.
She leaned forward, automatically inhaling his clean masculine scent. “What is that?”
He clicked it and her media player popped open and suddenly Roni was watching a video of a woman deep-throating a rather large, hard cock.
Roni gasped. “Oh my God! Turn it off! Turn it off!”
He clicked a button and the player closed. “By your expression I’m guessing it’s not you with the porn habit?”