31. The Incident
Davey
Cyber incident. The words came from Eva’s mouth and my heart stopped.
Thankfully, I missed all the context, and it was better than I suspected.
I’d been focused on her tits so much in this work dress—since I got in the shower this morning and she left early under suspicious circumstances—that I missed this was a vendor issue.
Apparently, a conglomerate pushed a patch, tanking one of our key services.
While this meant online retail was down, it wasn’t a data breach.
Around eleven, Eva rang.
She asked, “Can you call the OB and reschedule our fucking appointment? I have no time.”
“Eva, it’s our big scan,” I protested. “You have time if I say you have time.”
“David, don’t fuck with me. Can you just do it?”
“Don’t fuck with me. Is that how we’re talking now?” I chuckled.
“Punish me for my mouth later.”
“Okay naughty girl. Can’t Claire manage—”
“I know how Salesbot works better than she does. I have dealt with similar incidents—their cloud provider likes to fuck with them and their change management team could be better. I do not have time to argue.
“Okay,” I agreed. “I can call them. But only if—”
“I signed the damn release. You have access. Congrats, Daddy, you’re able to do this.”
“Eva, I still think—”
“Do you want me to lose you millions of dollars?”
“No,” I answered.
She hung up.
I never saw Eva like this. She didn’t get frantic.
My worlds collided in the worst way. Despite disappointment, I rescheduled for next week.
I’d counted the days until we got to see our boys in vivid 3-D detail—maybe for the first time in full.
This was the one that would tell us if they were fine—or not.
I expected good things but remained nervous.
Eva was, too. So, this had to be something else.
Around one, after zero response to my text confirming that I’d rescheduled it and Meg had her assistant add it to the calendar, I stopped by her office.
Two explained something with some guy from the SOC.
I didn’t really know what an SOC was beyond it handled incidents and did cool cyber things.
Everyone stared. The younger people scattered.
“I come in peace,” I joked.
The SOC director made some sort of hand gesture I did not return.
Eva facepalmed, “Star Trek, David. It’s a reference.”
“Oh, no clue,” I said. “Does anyone need anything?”
Eva shook her head, annoyed at the distraction.
“Eva, when was the last time you ate anything?”
“I literally don’t know,” she murmured. “I don’t have time, David.”
“Does anyone here want anything—food, coffee, snacks? Anything?” I asked.
One of the kids piped up. “I’d do almost anything for a burger.”
“Cool,” I said. “Anything on it?”
“Whatever they’ve got,” he answered.
Everyone else added their support for burgers.
“Eva?” I asked.
“I want three scoops of ice cream. That is about all I can manage right now. The hazelnut they have over there at the cafe. But who is running for this order? Meg is out for lunch.”
So, she did get the message with the calendar invite. I found Eva so infuriating sometimes. How long did it take to send a thumbs up emoji? Three seconds!
“I’ll do it,” I said. “Does Claire need anything?”
“Get her a burger anyhow,” Eva said. “She will not turn it down.”
I rang my sister’s kitchen to put the order in. When Dahlia came back to revitalize the company’s flagship restaurant, things took off. Evening was high-class, but lunch was the busiest meal. It was a little less white tablecloth, and the Wagyu burger was to die for.
“Davey, we’re in lunch rush,” Dahlia rang back, groaning. “You’re asking for a lot. Twenty hamburgers?”
“We have an ongoing issue. Eva’s team needs fuel. I just bought enough for the key players.”
And then some.
“I thought you had the scan—”
“Cancelled. She insisted and was over it. Eva just wants that hazelnut ice cream but add a large order of fries on there and a coke because she’ll eat them. It’s one of the only foods I can reliably get her to eat.”
“Okay,” Dahlia sighed. “I’m not going to starve our nephews. I’ll have a runner bring it to the desk.”
“I will come down to meet them. Text me when the order is up,” I wanted an excuse to walk.
Thirty minutes later, by some miracle, Dahlia texted a three-minute warning and I ran downstairs with an intern to bring the bags of food upstairs—past Eva’s office. Her eyes followed, so I knew she was flagging. About to play hero, we sat the bags down in the conference room.
I popped my head into her office. “Food is here. Everyone help yourselves. And if you want to use the big conference room instead of crowding here, please do.”
The guys filed out. Eva followed and called to one of the analysts, “Hey, Jim, can you go run down to the floor and tell the others to come up, so we don’t have to keep doing this over the phone? We’ve got space. And tell Claire there is food. Tell red team to come up.”
“Will do,” he agreed.
I pulled the tiny bag with Eva’s order aside. “I got you a Coke because I knew you’d want it along with ice cream and some fries. There is ketchup in the exec kitchen.”
“Why the fuck are you doing this?” She whispered.
“Because I love you and you weren’t going to listen to reason unless I took matters into my own hands.”
She shook her head. “Well, I’m somewhat grateful.”
“Somewhat?” I scoffed.
“Okay, it’s honestly good for the team to see you like this. They were frightened at first, but they’ve come around.”
“Frightened?”
“You are imposing, David. They are… softening. You seem human. Keep it up.”
Eva
“You alright?” Davey popped his head into my office.
“I am trying to test stuff,” I said. “Or, rather, break shit.”
“Why?”
“That is how we find if it can be broken. Claire went home. I’m going to be awhile.”
“It’s already six on a Friday.”
“And you’re free to leave,” I said.
“I’m not leaving without you.”
“Nah, go,” I said. “If you stay, I’ll be distracted and… that won’t help anyone.”
“You don’t need anything?”
I needed a million things. I was exhausted, frustrated, and simultaneously willing to jump his bones—not here, but somewhere.
“I don’t need food. I will grab something on my way home.”
“Eva, come on. You can do this—”
“If my team is still here, I am,” I said. “You can grasp that, David.”
He backed off. “Okay. But, you get to take a break. Have dinner with me at least?”
He sat on my desk, puppy dog eyes begging for guidance. He wanted me to call him a good boy and give him a chore.
I shook my head. “No. That’s not it. And people—”
“The whole floor is gone, Eva. I can grab food. What do you want? What does your heart desire after the longest day?”
“You want me to go home,” I sighed. “I want that, too, but I doubt it will happen before midnight. There are days like this, David. I’ll call the car.”
“I want you home—in bed, in compromising positions,” Davey growled, voice low.
I bit my lip.
“You want the same. Come home. Can’t we—”
“Any amount of downtime on a Saturday costs us revenue. The linen sale is upcoming. We do not want to crash because we cannot support the traffic. What we’ve given everyone is a workaround that should stabilize things—in theory. I need to ensure the testers, and I can confirm it works.”
He groaned, standing and throwing hands up. “Eva, throw me a damn bone!”
“Davey, you’re killing me. The only way you’re going to get what you want is to order delivery and take me in the supply closet,” I laughed. “That isn’t happening.”
“No one would care.”
“David!”
“No one is here, Eva.”
“Okay, I want food from that Persian hole in the wall on Randolph,” I said. “Order it. You get fifteen minutes, and we need to make it look somewhat credible. So, close your windows and let’s just do it on your couch.”
He did a double-take. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Sure, why not. I’m desperate. I missed what would have been a good time this morning. Why not. If you’re willing to do the order and go down on me, I’ll fuck you.”
“You’re adding more to this list, Eva.”
“You love when I’m demanding,” I said.
He raced to his office like a kid on Christmas hearing Santa arrived. I tried to break the system as best I could and told the team Davey needed something. They were began wrapping their current project up. Red team wasn’t finding instability, so I sent them home. That was the time my phone lit up.
“I did it. Why are you not here?” Davey asked.
“Give me a sec.”
I hung up, rose to my feet slowly—something that grew more challenging by the day—and walked to his office. He’d turned the window masking on. It worked like a charm. When I entered, I found him pacing. The look on his face was one of pure disbelief as I locked the door.
“We’re really doing this?”
“Yes. I said we were. I’m too frustrated and lonely. If you want me, you’ll have me.”
“Then get on the couch and take off your panties,” Davey demanded.
We didn’t waste time. I kicked my shoes off, tossed my tights, and sent my panties flying.
I tried to ignore the fact that by this point, I was rocking unfortunate pregnancy undies.
To my surprise, he never minded. I reclined on the couch as he knelt before me, pulling my legs apart and diving between them.
I threw my head back, looking at the office ceiling.
He was so good at this and got better with time.
We may not have always agreed, but we were doing our absolute best today.
I gripped his hair with one hand and clasped another over my mouth.
I needed to be quiet and that would be hard.
His tongue brought me to the edge. And as his fingers dug into my thigh, I found myself fading deeper into oblivion. I loved how I could lose myself.
We shouldn’t do it, but we did. I moaned, trying to keep my noise level at a minimum, and bit my own fingers. The release required something to ground it. Legs twitching, I lay there, panting in recovery.
Satisfied, Davey’s head finally popped into view. “Happy?”
“So fucking happy,” I said as I rose once more to a sitting position. “Take your pants off.”
He obeyed, finally ending up on his couch with me straddling him. It was about the only position that would work on this furniture. I would have suggested him taking me from behind, but his stupid couch had no arms. It made everything a little awkward, but possible.
As I ground against him, I saw his nostrils flare.
“You’re fighting it, huh?” I asked, torturing him.
“This is… undeniably hot.”
“So, you don’t take girls here and fuck them all the time?”
“Absolutely not. You’re the first.”
I smiled and bit my lip. “Oh, so we’re christening the space.”
“Yes,” he groaned.
I didn’t think I’d cum again. He’d left me spent. And, anyway, it was sort of thrilling to try to get him off fast. Davey could usually run a marathon to the point of my exhaustion. Tonight, though, I wanted him to cum fast.
“Your tits are everything.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“So good. I’ve been trying not to stare at them all day. God, they’re perfect.”
“Uh-huh.” I took the compliment.
Yesterday, I started leaking while waiting at the cafe downstairs for a cinnamon bun. A baby cried and my body responded in ways I couldn’t predict. However, right now, I didn’t feel like a vessel. He made me feel like a fucking sex goddess.
I kissed him, bringing him closer. I knew he didn’t want to cum so soon, but it would thrill him if I could get him there like this.
“You want me?” I whispered.
“So bad. So fucking bad.”
He was close. I gripped his neck gently by his collar bone, knowing it drove him mad. It was over. Davey grabbed my hips, pressing me into him. He grunted, then sat, breathless, staring at me like I’d made the universe.
“Good?” I asked.
Davey spanked my ass. “That was absolutely inappropriate behavior, Miss Pavlak.”
“Are you going to write me up?”
“You’re getting a pass this time.”