Kennedy

Thomas Dancey has been fantasizing about being balls deep in me all evening. His gaze is loaded with lust, and he keeps pulling at the collar of his dress shirt because he's sweating.

"Another drink, Sally?" he asks me, arching a brow.

I knew early on in my research about Tom that my "Sally" persona would be the perfect one to bait him. I'm wearing a dark pencil skirt, brown reading glasses, and a pale pink cardigan. I took out my lip ring and fixed my hair in a high, loose bun. Beneath my cardigan, I'm wearing a tight cami that shows off my breasts. Men lose their shit for Sally's slutty librarian look.

"I really shouldn't," I say, biting my lip demurely. "I don't want to be too tipsy to see your office."

"You'll be fine." He puts up a finger to signal the bartender for another drink.

Tom's wife left him seven months ago, and I get the impression he hasn't had a woman since. He's tall and broad-shouldered, but awkward in a computer-nerd kind of way. The comb-over and yellow teeth don't help matters.

"I still can't believe you asked me out," I say, looking up at him through my lashes. "Usually, powerful men like you don't notice someone like me."

His mouth drops open in shock. "I can't believe that, Sally. You're so beautiful. I can't believe you said yes when I asked."

I laugh lightly. "Well, you were such a gentleman, helping me when I spilled my paperwork all over the ground like a klutz."

"It was my pleasure, really."

The bartender sets our drinks down. Tom ordered club soda for himself, probably because he wants to be running on all eight cylinders when he tries to get in my pants later. I fucking hate men who ply women with alcohol to loosen them up for sex.

"So it sounds like your work is very...dangerous," I say, reaching out to touch his hand. "You must be very brave."

He shrugs and smiles, giving me a full view of his seriously stained teeth. "Anyone working in intelligence has to be a little bolder than average."

I draw in a breath and widen my eyes. "And you're bold, I can tell. I wish I were."

"Well, you can be."

"You think so?"

He nods and sips his drink. "Absolutely. Stick with me, kid."

It's fitting he refers to me that way. Tom is forty-nine fucking years old, and I could be his kid. I know his age because I pulled his birth certificate during my research. He told me he's forty-one-ha. I better not inquire about the size of his dick.

"So you really handle top secret information?" I lean closer to Tom as I speak.

He looks from side to side. "Shh. I'm not really supposed to talk about it. But yeah, I encrypt intelligence."

"Wow." I put my hand on his thigh, but I quickly drop it away. "I'm sorry. I just got a little...excited."

"Don't apologize." His gaze locks on to my breasts. "You can touch me anywhere you want."

I give him a shy smile. "I'll take you up on that offer when we're alone at your office. I mean...if it's safe there. Will there be cameras?"

He shakes his head. "No. Surveillance isn't allowed in my department."

Sweet. I won't have to work around a camera recording my movements once we're in his office.

"Good," I say, putting my palm back on his thigh.

He licks his lips. "As soon as you finish that drink, we can go."

I pick up the glass tumbler on the bar and tip it back, taking several long swallows. I ate right before meeting Tom here to help me hold my alcohol better. I didn't finish either of the two drinks Tom ordered me, so I'm still in control.

"I'm ready when you are," I say, setting the glass on the bar.

He leads me to his sedan in the bar's parking lot, and my heart pounds nervously as he drives to his office. To calm myself, I focus on flirting with him.

I can do this. As long as Tom thinks I'm interested in having sex with him, his guard will stay down. I'm trained for this. I'm a professional.

Nothing I tell myself takes away all the nervous energy. As Tom scans his ID card through several doors, all of which click locked again when we walk through them, I'm aware that this operation is actually more dangerous than my work at the Loft.

All I have to do at the club is play the part of a wannabe badass. Here, I'm stealing from another intelligence agency-one with many layers of security.

We have to pass through a checkpoint with two guards. They both give me a look, but they turn dismissive when they see I'm with Tom. After that, we take an elevator up to the building's sixth floor, and Tom scans his ID to open the door to his office.

It's small, with used Styrofoam cups and candy wrappers littering the desk. There are no photos or personal touches because Tom's work is his life.

"Alone at last," he says, grabbing my ass and leaning toward me, his open mouth reminding me of a fish.

A fish with really bad breath.

"So this is where you do your work?" I spin to look at the computer. "It's incredible, Tom."

"Yeah, I know. And you know what else is incredible?"

"Hmm?"

He takes my hand and puts it on his crotch, groaning. It's all I can do not to pull away.

"Oh, it's so hard," I say breathlessly.

"Because of you, Sally. You wanted to touch me back at the bar, and here's your chance."

"I can't wait. But first...didn't you mention some champagne?"

"Oh, right."

Tom walks over to his desk and opens a drawer. He takes out a bottle of cheap champagne and looks around for cups.

"I'll just go grab some cups from the break room," he says, walking toward the door.

He's in a hurry. As soon as he's out the door, I slip off my shoe, a chunky dark heel, and slide open the small compartment in the hollow bottom of the heel. I take out the white pill, close the compartment, and set the pill in my palm, making a relaxed fist to hold it in place.

I've just gotten my shoe back on when Tom returns.

"You look nervous," he says, furrowing his brow at me.

"Just...excited." I tuck my hair behind my ear.

"Good." He sets two Styrofoam cups on the desk and pops the top off the bottle of champagne.

"I was planning to drink this when we complete the upgrades on our servers, but this is much better," he says, waggling his eyebrows at me.

"Much better," I agree.

As soon as the drinks are poured, I reach for mine, then gasp with excitement.

"Does that diploma say Georgetown?"

Tom looks at the wall, and I drop the pill into his cup in the moment he's distracted.

"Yep." He clears his throat nervously. "I, uh...went to college young. You know, because I'm considered a genius."

"That's very sexy."

I pick up my cup and pretend to take a sip of the bubbling drink.

"Oh, wait," I say suddenly. "Let's toast first." I hold my cup in the air. "To new adventures."

"Cheers to that," Tom says, putting the cup to his lips.

God, I hope he's taking a big drink. The drug expert at the Greenlight office told me it won't take much of whatever that drug is to do the trick, but that's only if he actually ingests it.

"Mmm, so good," I say. "Don't you like it?"

He tilts the cup up for another sip. "Uh-huh."

"There's something so hot about the taste of alcohol on a man's mouth."

At that, he tips back a big swallow. Then he sets down the cup and steps closer to me.

"Come have a taste, Sally."

"Oh, I will." I run a fingertip down his chest. "But first, can I see you at work?"

He crinkles his forehead in confusion. "That's where we are."

"I mean...at your computer. You know, doing something technical and dangerous."

"I'm not working on anything like that right now."

"Oh." I slump my shoulders and look disappointed. "It's okay. I just know that would have made me really wet."

"Wet?" Tom's eyes bulge. "I mean, I can find something. I'll just...find something on here."

He sits down and signs on, submitting to another retinal scan. I breathe a mental sigh of relief.

"That champagne must be really strong," he murmurs. "Are you feeling dizzy?"

"I thought that was just from being so close to you."

I hike up my skirt and slide onto his lap, straddling him. I have to work fast now.

"Oh, Tom. I want you so bad."

He groans and nods. "Me too, Sally."

I unbutton my cardigan and pull down my cami, letting my breasts pop out the top of it.

"Oh, yeah," Tom says softly.

I put my boobs in his face and arch my back. He squeezes my ass and breathes heavily on my skin.

"That champagne," he mutters. "Everything's spinning."

"Will you fuck me, Tom? Right here over this desk where you do such sexy, important work? Will you pull up my skirt and fuck me from behind right now?"

"Oh, yeah. I w-"

I slide back and off his lap, hoping I'm reading his signs right. He's clearly fighting dizziness as he tries to watch me pull my skirt up past my hips and bend over his desk.

"Just like this, Tom," I say, my heart racing.

"Sally, I nee...I need..." He stands up from the chair and reaches for the desk, but his hand slides away from it and he goes down like a sack of bricks.

I exhale with relief and pull my skirt back down, then put my tits back inside my cami. I really didn't want to have to go any further than that with Tom.

Moving quickly, I take off my other shoe, slide open the compartment and pull out the jump drive the tech department at Greenlight gave me. I'm not great with technology, but all I have to do is follow their instructions. I insert the drive on Tom's computer and type in a few commands.

It takes a few minutes, and I glance between Tom's limp body on the floor and the computer screen, willing the program to run faster. Finally, it finishes and I return the jump drive to the compartment in my heel and slide it closed.

Nervous adrenaline is still coursing through me as I get to my knees on the floor beside Tom. I unfasten his belt and pants and tug them down past his hips. This will be the hardest part. I'm praying my first operation isn't also my last as I pat his cheeks and call out his name.

It takes for-fucking-ever. After at least twenty minutes of cheek pats, he stirs slightly.

"Tom?" I say, faking concern. "Are you okay? Talk to me, Tom."

It takes another minute for him to open his eyes, and when he does, he's staring at me in shock.

"What just happened?" He takes a handful of my cardigan, and I give him a shocked look.