What the fuck?

There I was, expecting warm lips wrapped around my throbbing cock from between the bars of a jail cell, but when I open my eyes...she’s just vanished. Like fucking Houdini.

And I’m left standing by the bars with my cock out, on full display, looking like a goddamn idiot.

Her little display behind bars was all an act to get out of here. And I fell for it. You know why?

Because this girl is fucking hot.

She’s long and lean and has pouty lips like you wouldn’t believe. I find myself imagining them around my cock even now.

I don’t normally want a woman like this. Maybe she’s gotten under my skin so quickly because she’s presented a challenge―and I fucking love a challenge.

Well, she may have tried to humiliate me, but little does she know that she can’t get away with little antics like that. I’ll make her pay.

I have to breathe and calm myself down enough so I don’t walk out of here rocking a hard-on. Once that’s accomplished, I finally approach the policeman.

“Where the hell did she go?” I demand.

This is ultimately his fault. What kind of guard lets his criminal escape? How did she even do it?

Lucky her, I came along to be the pawn in her little game. I wonder what she would’ve done if I hadn’t come along?

I realize now that she’s not just some typical hacker, like I was led to believe. No, she’s good. And that makes it even more of a challenge.

Katy doesn’t know what she just started―a fire in me that won’t be extinguished until I have her handcuffed to my bed.

“She’s gone?” the officer says with exasperation.

“Yes, you didn’t even notice? Some guard you are,” I growl as I storm out of the building.

I’ll leave them to look for her their way. My way is much more efficient.

I have a line of private investigators ready to work on this case. I’m gonna make sure they find her no matter what. She may have escaped jail, but she’ll never escape me.

My original agenda may have been to find out for myself what her plans were for my bank, but it’s not just about that anymore. Now, I also want to make her pay for leaving me exposed at the police station.

I storm out of the place and into my Mercedes. I immediately make a call to my main man.

“Hey, Mark, yeah, I have a job for you. There’s this girl named Katy. She’s a hacker. And I need you to find her. Get all your men on it.”

“Okay, boss, no problem,” Mark says over the phone. “She’s the one you mentioned earlier, yeah? I’m downloading her credentials right now. And I have to say…there’s not a lot on her to go on.”

“Of course there’s not, Mark. She’s a fucking hacker. She’s probably wiped her records clean. She just escaped from jail right under my nose. This girl is good―and that’s why I need you to find her no matter what,” I say, pissed that I have to spell it out for him.

“Okay, alright. No problem. We’re on it,” he says, trying to placate me.

I slam the phone down on my dashboard and drive slowly around the darkened streets. A part of me is looking for her. Maybe she’s hiding somewhere, or maybe she’s escaped by now, far on down the road.

All I know is that I want to see her. She’s permanently etched into my subconscious, and I won’t be happy until I have her in a position to submit. I will make her submit. She’s out of control, and I’m just the person who needs to rein her in.

I drive slowly through alleyways shrouded in shadow, and I look at all the streets surrounding the police station. I know I won’t find her, but I need to try.

I have to know where she went. Luckily, my entire investigative team is on it. She’ll be found soon enough.

I turn my Mercedes around and go home to my penthouse. Only then can I brood in silence.

Once I’m settled back home, I think about calling on one of the women I have on speed dial. I have any number of gorgeous beauties ready to come over for a quick fuck―but suddenly I find myself thinking only about Katy.

I want more.

I stalk and pace around my penthouse. I have the entire top floor of my own skyscraper all to myself. Maybe if Katie saw this, she’d have a little more respect for my authority.

To be fair, I did pretend to be some stupid NGO worker. Not that I think she believed that for a second.

I imagine she lives in some rat hole of an apartment. I imagine her place is littered with old Chinese food and clothes on the floor. It would be typical of the hacker lifestyle, wouldn’t it?

Suddenly, I want her to see me in all my glory. I want her to see how much money I have and how powerful I am. I want her to know that I can and will dominate her.

I go to the bar to make myself a stiff drink. I need it after a night like this. No girl has ever gotten me as hot as she did.

And she did it all from within a jail cell.

I take my drink and go out to the terrace where I can look at the night sky and think about what to do. The scotch goes down smooth, just the way I like it.

At last, my investigators call. Impressive. It only took them a couple hours to find her.

Mark says, “We have her location, boss. She’s at a diner downtown.”

He gives me the name, and I rush off immediately―alone, even though they offer to accompany me.

I get back into my Mercedes and speed downtown as fast as possible. I don’t want to lose her. I don’t want her to slip through my fingers once again.

This time, I’m not going to be the one surprised.

I get to the place and park a little ways down the street. I walk the block up to the diner, and I see her through the window. She’s eating alone, just looking around. She’s trying to be invisible to the crowd.

In fact…she is invisible to the crowd. How the hell is no one paying her any attention? The girl is fucking gorgeous, I’ll give her that. Who could not notice her?

So this is her talent on full display, huh? She’s in stealth mode, and she’s fucking good. Again.

Too bad for her. She may be invisible to everyone else, but not to me.

And I’m about to teach her a long overdue lesson.