Breaching His Defenses by Allyson Lindt (me reader .TXT) 📕

important, and she worked for the competition. On top of that, he’d already let himself be distracted too much this trip. He needed to remember where his priorities lay. His personal rules and boundaries existed for a reason, and she was so far from falling into the ordered pattern he required that he couldn’t begin to rationalize making it work.

He didn’t have to be downstairs for a couple more hours; he should get some more sleep. As seven a.m. rolled around, he hadn’t done anything but stare at the clock.

He was due to meet with a potential client soon. He rubbed his face. Time to put the night behind him, except maybe the memories, and hope he could down enough coffee between now and then to make it through things without yawning.

He got ready for the morning and made his way to the lobby. For as little sleep as he’d gotten the night before, his eyelids should have been drooping. So why do I feel like I couldn’t sit still if I needed to? He hadn’t even touched the coffee yet. He stepped off the elevator and out of the flow of traffic. This tension needed to be under control, whatever the source. He closed his eyes and took a few calming breaths.

Nervous energy still coursed through him, itching under his skin. This meeting isn’t going to go well. The thought came out of nowhere. That was ridiculous. He was just jaded because of the string of bad luck they’d been having with new clients. They’d still signed people. It hadn’t been a complete dry spell. Worrying about where the next contract came from was Tate’s department. The sleep deprivation was attacking him from a different angle than he was used to.

Still, despite the lack of rest—remembering Mikki’s gasps when she was turned on, the scent of citrus on her skin, her bare body under his, actually having someone who was interesting to talk to and didn’t make him filter his thoughts—he’d do last night again in a heartbeat.

Half an hour later, he made his way to the back of the exhibitors’ hall, near the row of rooms set up for private conferences. Tate was already waiting with an older gentleman, who glanced at his watch the moment Jared made eye contact.

And I’m five minutes early. Time to wrangle this in before it spirals out of control. He extended his hand as he drew closer. “Mr. Rosen. I’m sorry to keep you waiting.”

Rosen glanced at his watch again before returning the handshake. “No worries at all. Some of us aren’t as busy as others. Call me Adam.”

Jared’s pleasant expression never cracked. If there was ever a time to not be blunt, it was now. He nodded at Tate. “Speaking of, I know Tate has other things to take care of.”

Tate’s attention stayed on the client the whole time. “And I’m off to it. Adam’s in good hands.”

A snort of laughter barked from Rosen’s throat.

Jared held the door open, ignoring the implication he wasn’t capable of handling this conversation, and gestured for the older man to join him in a more private setting. Adam Rosen worked for Lenoronto—one of the largest umbrellas corporations for retail websites in the country. Tate had been negotiating with him for months, pitted against NSS and whatever secrets they were hiding. The reminder of Mikki almost knocked Jared’s thoughts offline, but this wasn’t the time or place. Contracts and promotions were on the line.

He took his seat across from Adam, leaned forward in the leather plush, and rested his elbows on his knees, hands clasped. “Are you enjoying the trip?”

Adam checked his phone and then pocketed it again. “I wish they’d stop holding these things in places like this. An excuse for drunken foolishness. I’m petitioning the board to move it to Miami next year. We’ll keep the warmth and lose the distractions.”

Right, because Miami was such a dull place. Jared never flinched. “I look forward to the outcome.”

Adam let out a long exhale. “Look, I’ll be honest. When Tate told me he could hook me up with someone technical, I thought I’d be talking to one of your people who’s actually close to the action. No offense, but how long has it been since you did any actual security work?”

The first few times someone had asked that question, Jared had gotten defensive. He’d learned since, the best way to prove he still knew his shit was to prove it rather than argue. “It’s true; I’m not as involved in the day-to-day tech as I used to be. But we like to let the real talent do their jobs, and any questions you have I can’t answer, I’ll take back to them and get you an in-depth response within a few hours.”

That had never happened. He didn’t take questions back to his people, but it made the conversation flow more smoothly. As Adam launched into a series of concerns, Jared responded to each without hesitation. He’d heard them all before—it was a fairly standard list.

“So tell me about these holes in your own security,” Adam said. “What are you doing to address them?”

For the first time since sitting down, a sick pit settled in Jared’s gut. He nudged it aside. He had this as well as he had anything, and the answer was right there. Especially after the extra hours he’d put in yesterday making sure his network was still tight.

It didn’t matter that he hadn’t been able to do more work last night; he’d still covered all his bases. He just hadn’t expected to use the reassurance again so soon. “We don’t have any internal holes. We undergo both internal and independent audits on a regular basis, and those results are available to anyone who’d like to see them. As a company who places so much importance on security, we’re always aware of the risk—the badge of honor, if you will—for a hacker to poke holes in our walls. If a situation like that were to arise, and it hasn’t in years, we’d have the weaknesses patched within hours.”

Adam’s lips drew into a thin line and he stared back, green eyes unblinking. A heavy silence hung between them before he finally spoke. “I guess what I heard can’t be true then.”

An alarm clanged in the back of Jared’s head. This was the same conversation he’d already heard three times in the last six months. So why was it tugging up new memories he couldn’t quite grasp? “You’re in contract negotiations. I’m sure a lot of things were implied that aren’t necessarily true.”

Rosen laughed. “Fair enough. Then I guess there’s nothing to the rumors some of your outlying departments have made your entire network vulnerable.”

The simple phrasing kicked the right pebble in Jared’s head, and the conversation from the night before avalanched back. The words were almost identical to what Mikki had told him. It was a coincidence, right? “Absolutely no truth to those at all.” He kept his uncertainty from his voice.

Was this the basis of the rumors they’d been hearing in every missed sales opportunity for the past six months? Ever since… No, there was no way. “Our networks are secure; you have my word.”

Adam stood, his expression flat. “Of course. I know your certifications support that, to the point I know something like a Trojan would be spotted in an instant. You understand, of course, this is just due diligence.”

Fuck. That’s new. “Of course. And I can assure you there’s nothing to worry about when it comes to Skriddie and the standards we hold ourselves to.” A Trojan virus was the digital equivalent of its namesake. Once it was on the network, it provided someone outside access to the inside. That was so many steps beyond—and a much larger threat—than just a couple whispers they might have security holes.

Call the office. Isolate every server. Go into full lockdown until we know this is just a malicious rumor. Jared’s thoughts raced with next steps, but he forced himself to stay in the conversation. “Can I answer any other questions for you?”

“No.” Adam stepped away, ignoring the offer of Jared’s extended hand. “I think I’ve got the information I need. Thank you for your time.”

Jared sank back into his seat the moment Adam was gone and dropped his face into his hands. Shit. How would a Trojan even make it onto their systems? The server should have caught it. The virus software would have stopped it. There were so many check points along the way where it should have been obliterated. He was dialing the office before his thoughts finished forming. Dewson can hole up in the data center. Tate needs to know I’m skipping the courtesy suites. To-do items continued to stack on the list in his head while the phone rang.

At least he knew one thing—the rumors had begun six months ago, while Mikki was still interviewing with both companies. So even if there was anything to what Rosen had said, she couldn’t have done it. Her odd questions and statements about why she’d signed with NSS instead, those weren’t related at all. Were they? A new nagging doubt joined his mounting concern.

Not that it mattered if she was involved—it wasn’t like he was attached. Fuck, who was he kidding? He was so hooked on her it ached to think about parting ways. How had she done that to him in just a few short days?

If she meant so much to him, why didn’t everything he felt for her and knew about her reassure him? He was just being paranoid. Businesses went through slumps. Still, he couldn’t take a chance on this. He snarled at the receiver when he went to voice mail after several rings. “Dewson. I don’t care what you’re working on. You have a new critical priority. Cancel your plans for the night. I promise I’ll make it up to you. We need a deeper scan than you’ve ever done, yesterday. From the top down, servers, every department, any device that’s ever even touched our network. Call me for details.”

He dropped his phone into the coffee table in front of him. It would be okay. He’d work with his staff, they’d secure an all clear, and he could set everyone’s minds at ease. His network wasn’t flawed. There was no way something so severe had made it in. And once he proved it, all would be right with the world again.