“Well, yes, there is that.” I winked at her, drawing up the back door I’d always used to get into Sean’s computer.

“Here,” I said, sending it to her computer. “This is what I’m working off of.”

She clicked it open, her eyes reading the lines of code fast, the comprehension clicking near-instantaneously.

Damn, that’s hot.

I rested my hand on her jean-covered knee then immediately drew it back.

Focus.

Maybe roping her into this prank was a bad idea. She was one hell of a distraction.

“You okay?” she asked, shifting in her seat so her leg rested against mine.

“Perfect,” I said. “Just trying to learn how to hack while sitting this close to you.”

She leaned over and kissed me then, a fast, hard press of her lips that heated my blood.

“Wicked Pixie,” I said when she sat back in her seat.

“What’s the task?” she asked, a devilish grin on her beautiful lips.

“How about you change all his commands—”

“So anytime he tries to use one it responds with ‘No’?”

“Hell. Yes.” I nodded, amazed she was already one step ahead of me. “And I’ll do a screen shot overlay with removed icons.”

She laughed. Damn this girl was perfection.

“On it,” she said, her fingers flying over the keys as she slipped in the back door. It was no easy task—a process way above and beyond anything Griffin would ever teach us—but she was in as quickly as if I’d shown her how to do it step by step. I didn’t even have to tell her to patch the back door once she was inside—she did it automatically, knowing how to exploit the vulnerability but seal it behind her so no one else could do the same.

Brilliant.

With both of us working simultaneously, we might just get in, change the commands, and get out before Sean ever detected us. That’s why I’d needed her help to pull off a hack this big—the two of us cut the time in half.

And Sean more than deserved it.

An hour later, we’d managed to own his system. In addition to switching the commands and icon removal, we’d scrambled the functions, too. Pressing one would cause a different result than the original. He’d either have to learn the new pattern, or he’d have to destroy our code.

I knew he could do the latter in his sleep.

But it would still be funny as hell in the first few moments where he wouldn’t have a clue what was going on.

“Are you sure he won’t murder you for this?” Amber asked, packing away her laptop. “I would hate to lose my…” She stopped herself short.

“Your what?” I teased, tucking my gear away.

She shrugged, glancing at her mug. It was empty save for the few tea leaves that clung to the bottom.