Cyber Daemon by Rian Monaire

Previously published, this edition of Cyber Daemon has been compltely re-edited.

Heat Rating: Fire

Content Warnings:

Jessica discovers her boss has a secret. One that could cost Jessica her life.

Jessica jerked her head up off the desk, startled awake. Oh, my God, did I fall asleep? She sat up carefully, wincing as her neck protested about being locked in such an uncomfortable position for so long. Ow. She could literally feel blood flowing back into her head from the taxed muscles grudgingly giving up their tension.

She had been working late in a desperate attempt to get caught up. Her boss had dumped several clientsí files on her desk at three-thirty, insisting she get them updated before she left today or it was her ass.

Being fond of her ass--and her job--she had plunged in, hardly noticing the clock drifting past five, then six, and further into the night. Around eight-thirty, she had sent out for Chinese, then headfirst back into the abyss.

The last thing she remembered was resting her head on her arms, closing her eyes in an attempt to moisten long-dried contacts. That had been, apparently, a tactical error on her part. Her monitor had long ago gone from screensaver to black, and she nudged the mouse to see the time in the corner of the toolbar. Next to the clock, which told her the alarming news that it was quarter past seven, was a tiny envelope icon. New mail. Yay.

Peering through the seriously crusty contacts, she clicked on the minimized email screen on her desktop, opening the program.

Three new emails. One from her best friend, no doubt either a bubbly tale of her latest accomplishment, or the ultimate opposite, a detailed drama of her latest breakup. That can wait. Oh, wow, red flag from the big boss. Security breach. Bummer. Like it matters on my level, but letís see how the rich people bicker.

She moved the mouse and clicked. The image that loaded rapidly before her eyes drove the last bit of fuzz from her upper stories.

Oh, my fricking God. Thatís Mr. Zenusera. She fought to not shriek out loud. Unconsciously, she moved closer to the screen, attempting to focus.

Resplendent in his pixeled display, he was stark naked on a rumpled bed covered in sleek, royal-blue sheets that looked silky. His face was partly hidden by the pillow, but it was easy enough to make out his features.

Her fascinated gaze traveled over his sleek, tanned frame, and she couldnít help but wonder how many of her raises had gone to fund that gym membership. His body was perfect. Every muscle lay smoothly against the other, his lines completely symmetrical. Goddamn... You could bounce a quarter off that ass, she thought. The family jewels were relatively hidden due to his position, but she could almost make out an impressive set of cojones. .

She had just enough time to wonder why in the name of God he would post a naked picture of himself from his own email when the screen flickered and then the windows closed. She tried to open it again, but she got a screen reading ëthe network is unavailableí instead.

Well, that answered that question. He didnít. She covered her mouth with her hand to smother her sudden laughter, her impending headache pushed back by her humor. One of those bimbos he screwed was a bit smarter than the rest. Too bad they caught it early. I was probably the only one to see it. .

Humming, she reached in the little cooler under her desk for a Coke. Coffee will have to wait. No sense letting the powers that be kno about her overnight stayóor her free peep at the rather sweet fanny of Mr. Big. Sheíd probably get fired for not averting her eyes.