Keyboards and Kink (21 page)

Pressing the buttons for her selection, she snorted.
She was having a cyber-affair. Bending to pick up her potato chips
from the machine, she straightened and backed into a solid wall of
a body behind her. Apologizing as she turned around, Daria came
face-to-face with a neatly ironed, buttoned down shirt covering a
delectable chest. She followed the fasteners up, counting them as
she raised her head. Opening her mouth, she closed it and then
opened it up again before she spoke.

“Oh hello.”

“Hi.”

His sexy baritone voice with the hint of Irish lilt
reminded her of a hot fudge Sunday, warm and smooth. Of course she
had to be the ice cream since her core was melting into her panties
from one simple word. Clearing her voice, she found her voice under
his watchful stare.

“Sorry.”

Daria watched as the stranger tilted his head. Black
hair curling around the collar of his shirt shifted to the side and
a slow smile graced his lips, exposing a dimple in his cheek. The
crinkles at the corners of his eyes dragged her attention away from
his absolutely kissable, full bottom lip. Daria looked up and lost
herself in the clear sky blue eyes of the man looking down at
her.

“Why are you sorry? I’m not.”

His deep chuckle had her clenching her thighs. Where
the hell had he been hiding? She’d been here a week and this was
her first time seeing him.
Holy Hotcakes, the man is fucking
gorgeous.
Daria stepped back and offered her hand.

“Hi, ummm again, I’m Daria Reese.”

“Ian, Ian Devenny.” His large palm enveloped hers.
She jerked her hand back from the current of electricity that
passed between their fingers. “I’m the one that should be
apologizing. I should watch where I’m going.”

“No harm done.” Daria glanced up at the clock. Her
eyes widened at the time. “I’m sorry, I have to get back.” She
turned, hurriedly pushing through the glass enclosure’s doors that
led to the call center where she worked as administrative assistant
to the manager. Glancing over her shoulder as she pushed through
the last set of security entrances, she saw that the sexy man was
gone.

Between her administrative duties and acquainting
herself with the computer system her day moved at a fairly fast
clip. Refreshing her computer, she was slowly counting down the
minutes until it was time to get off and she could log out.

Suddenly, her computer went blank. Quickly tapping
the enter button in a hurried tattoo, the monitor remained black.
Moans and foul language could be heard across the room as one by
one, everyone’s screen disappeared. Martin, her boss, opened his
door and peered out. After looking across the room his gaze settled
on her. He pulled the door completely open and stepped out of his
office.

“What the hell happened?”

“No clue, I’m calling IT right now.” Daria gripped
the telephone handset.

“Good, keep me apprised of the situation.” He
returned to his workplace and shut the door with a firm snap

“Yes, sir.” She announced to thin air as she lifted
the phone to her ear and dialed the Tech department, only to get a
recorded message.

Pulling the earpiece away from her face, she stared
at it. Shaking her head, she pressed the disconnect button and
growled in frustration. Dialing again she waited while the phone
rang. Ticking off the rings, she watched Martin walk out of his
office, briefcase in hand. Technical support answered her call at
the same time that Martin spoke.

“Wait, I mean hold on…please.” Daria looked up at
Martin. “Yes?”

Martin raised a brow before speaking in clipped
tones. “I have an engagement this evening and I will be out of the
office for the remainder of the night. I expect you to handle this
situation and keep me posted on an hourly basis until it resolved.
Are we clear?”

Biting her tongue to keep from saying what was on her
mind, Daria smiled. “Yes, sir, if you’ll please excuse me,
sir
, I have IT on the line and I’d like to get this issue
taken care of also.”

“Good then, put this problem to bed. I’ll see you
Monday morning.” Turning to lock his office behind him, he dropped
a few files in her inbox before leaving the area.

Daria watched him walk away through narrowed eyes,
wishing his back was a dartboard and she held some darts. Picking
up the handset, she silently prayed the support person was still on
the line.

“I’m so sorry.” Daria waited for a response.

“It’s a little busy here. If you’re calling about
your computer, we’ve had a system-wide shut down. It looks like
someone downloaded a virus.”

“Yes, but I thought the call center was on a separate
mainframe?”

“It is. Understand the mystery? Listen, I have to go.
Someone will be over to check your hard drives as soon as a person
can be spared.” She sighed when the dial tone beeped in her ear.
There went her weekend. Even worse she saw her cyber date crashing
through the window and falling to its cyber-death.

****

Ian hung up and raised his head to look out the glass
walls of his office. His employees were all set to leave for the
evening, looking forward to a couple of days off because of the
weekend and then some idiot downloads a Trojan Horse Virus.
Scrubbing a hand over his face, he picked up his laptop and turning
his phone into a hotspot, plugged in. Signing into chess chat he
left a message for Blackqueen77.

The idea irked him that a person was stupid enough to
leave the system open for a debilitating worm. The loss of his
cyber date, which he hoped would lead to mutual masturbation, left
him in a bad mood.

Ian raised his head while typing his message, taking
a minute to crook his fingers at his associate, who was knocking on
his door.

So sorry babe, but something has come up at work
and I have to stay to resolve it. I’ll message you later if it’s
not too late. I’ll even play you a game of chess and let you win
because of the delay. LOL.
[Whiteknight1975]

Clicking the send button, he looked up at Juan.
“Well?”

“We’re working on it but this bug is ugly. It’s
jumping mainframes. If someone from one area logs in to another
section while still in their current one then the virus travels to
that unaffected sector.”

“We have to get a handle on it or Mr. Hanson is going
to be pissed when he gets back into town and the last thing we want
is an angry CEO. No one will have a job when he’s done canning all
our asses.” Ian closed his laptop and slid it back into its
case.

“Hey, how did you get on?” Juan narrowed his eyes at
Ian.

Chuckling as he lifted his phone. “Turned this into a
hotspot. You weren’t the only one with plans tonight.”

“Hmm, well, tonight was the night I was finally going
to meet Sarah, after connecting through that singles site you
recommended. Talking every night and trading pictures, we were
finally going to have dinner at that restaurant you and I had lunch
at and maybe take a carriage ride. But no, instead I’m stuck here
looking at your mug.” Juan threw himself into the seat across from
Ian’s desk.

“Then we better come up with a plan fairly quickly. I
had a chess game planned for tonight among other things. What if we
each went to a different server and unplugged them all at the same
time?”

“That would be fine but first each one of us would
have to get rid of the virus collectively before we could reboot.
That way the nasty bugger wouldn’t be able to hide in any of the
mainframes.”

“Then let’s do it. I’ll take the Customer Care
processor.”

“Really? You’ve been trying to get back to that floor
since lunch. This wouldn’t happen to have something to do with the
new admin assistant that all the men are talking about, would it?
Hmmm, a mocha skin princess with big brown doe eyes and a body
built to worship.” Juan rubbed his chin. “Tell me you didn’t kill
the CPU just so you could have a reason to be on that floor?”

“Screw off and as your boss I’m telling you now get
cracking on a plan. I want to get out of here.”

Juan rose and touched three fingers to his forehead
in salute before leaving Ian’s office. Ian threw a wad of paper at
him as he closed the door. His phone chimed, telling him he had a
message. Turning his chair around he Googled the chess site on his
cell and logged in, smiling when he realized who the message was
from.

NP. It seems I have some issues that need to be
addressed at work too.
[Blackqueen77]

Ian replied.

I promise to make up for your bad day. There are a
few things I really want you to try on yourself when we get a
chance to talk.
[Whiteknight1975]

Ian put the phone aside and logged into his
workstation. He wanted to get a handle on the Trojan worm so badly
he was bordering on desperation. With his fingers flying over the
keyboard, he built walls and dead-ends in an effort to corral the
virus to one place so he and Juan could execute their plan.

His phone dinged, telling him he had a message in the
chat. Ian stared at the screen then looked at the phone. His head
swung back and forth. Grunting, he grabbed the phone and pushed the
button that would refresh his screen.

Does your idea have me touching myself because I
have to say Whiteknight1975 just thinking about what you had me
doing last night has me very horny right now. #justsaying
.
[Blackqueen77]

Damn, his dick was hard.

Chapter Two

Daria watched as the last of the customer service
reps walked out, leaving her alone in the huge room. Automatically
some of the overhead lights blinked off, leaving her in
semi-darkness. Reaching over she switched on her desk lamp and her
area was bathed in a soft white glow.

Picking up the handset she dialed her boss’s number
and left a message with his update. Without the computer system
running she wouldn’t be able to flip the service numbers to the
company’s care center in India. Daria tapped the enter button a few
more times. The screen didn’t flicker, not that she expected it to,
but she’d held onto hope with a death grip in both hands. Exhaling
a deep breath she reached over and picked up the folders that
Martin had left in her inbox.

Her phone chimed, alerting her to a message.

Thank goodness for cell phones with apps. Daria ran
her fingers across the screen. The phone came to life, adding
illumination to the dark corner of her desk. Her little rook
swirled on the display. She pressed her finger on the chess piece
and her message appeared.

You’re killing me, babe. I’m sitting behind a desk
with a serious erection.
[Whiteknight1975]

Smiling at his admission she typed back.

You started it. I’m all alone here. Play with me.
I’m wet with want…
[Blackqueen77]

Daria hit send and waited. The manila folders spread
over her desk, forgotten. She stood and scanned the floor to make
sure she was indeed by herself. Stepping away from her cubical she
stalked the area and pushed against the glass doors to make sure
the locks had engaged. Anyone wanting to get in at this point would
have to have a company badge.

There was a message waiting for her when she returned
to her desk.

Smiling she ran her fingertip over the miniature
monitor.

I don’t have much time, where are you?
[Whiteknight1975]

At my desk, everyone’s gone. My nipples are so
hard. They are like sharp points pushing against the cups of my
bra. I want you, my White Knight.
[Blackqueen77]

Daria glanced over her shoulder as she slowly
unbuttoned the first few button on her blouse, pushed her hand
under the fabric and beneath the elastic band of her bra. Taking
the erect nub between her thumb and index finger she tugged. A
small moan escaped through her lips as she rolled the bud between
her fingers. In her mind she saw what she’d built up the white
knight to look like. Dark hair flowing over broad shoulders, a body
toned sleek, a fighter’s physique. He would have a captivating face
with beautiful eyes. Funny, she could never decide on a color but
now she saw them as a crisp clear blue. Daria imagined it was his
hands groping her heavy orbs.

She jumped when her phone chimed.

What are you doing?
[Whiteknight1975]

Playing with my tits, tugging on my rigid nipples.
Imagining it’s your hands on my body.
[Blackqueen77]

Daria licked a few of her fingers, moistening them,
and reached into her clothes again. Using her wet fingers, she
circled her areola. Her dark brown flesh pebbled under her
administrations, and she dreamed it was white knight’s mouth
sucking her nipples into his mouth. Pushing her legs straight out
in front of her she dropped her head back and continued to unbutton
her shirt. Completely exposed she brushed the sides apart and
pushed her bra cups beneath her breasts. Placing a hand on each orb
she pulled and twisted her nipples. Rubbing her thighs together,
she felt the tug from her nubs pull in her pussy. Her juices pooled
in the folds of her nether-lips and she rolled her hips from the
warm sensation.

The beep of her phone brought her back to
reality.

My dick could break this desk right now, I’m so
hard. Dip a finger in your pussy and tell me how good you taste.
Press your thumb against your clit and know it’s my tongue inside
you.
[Whiteknight1975]

Daria pulled at her belt, anxious to fulfill his
wishes. Her fingers kept slipping on the two metal clasps that held
her pants together. Once undone, she grabbed the pull tab and the
sound of her zipper slowly being lowered echoed in the empty room.
She slid her hand along her taut belly. Combing her fingers through
the soft damp hair of her vagina, she pushed through the small mass
until she touched her wet folds. Moaning as she pressed her thumb
against the hard bud of her clitoris, she dipped a finger into her
honey-pot. Pulling her hand away, Daria placed the moist digit
between her lips and sucked it clean while pinching hard on her
nipple.