Chapter One
John Atlantis prowled the narrow confines of the clairfield
spell, its precise metal curlicues inlaid into the floor
gleaming in readiness as he awaited Dillon’s summons. What
could be so important that his former partner needed the
security of a thaumaturgic conference?
Relax. You’ll find out soon enough.
Expelling his tension in an explosive sigh, he lowered
himself onto the lone chair, stretching out his long legs
as best he could. The long hours necessary to establish his
business had left him little time to find a bed partner.
Small wonder his temper was short.
When the mental summons finally came, he completed the
spell circuit with a curt wave of his hand.
Dillon appeared in the clear space in front of him,
standing beside an executive chair, looking solid enough to
touch. “Lantis,” he said with a nod of greeting, addressing
him by his diminutive byname. “You’re looking good.” The
younger man tapped an index finger on his chair, a rare
sign of hesitancy.
Lantis returned the salute briefly. “Consultancy agrees
with me,” he replied, willing his former partner to get to
the point. He still had that site inspection in New Mexico
to plan for. Testing his theories on a nuclear facility was
always iffy.
Dillon turned away, the light wherever he was casting a
strange look of reserve over his black eyes. One hand still
resting on the chair back, he eyed Lantis over his
shoulder. “KidTek.” He quirked a dark brow inquiringly.
“The toy maker?” Lantis asked, startled. Dillon was still
immersed in the secretive black ops world Lantis left
behind a couple of years ago. Where did kidTek fit in, in
all that?
Dillon flashed him a strained smile. “Not just.” He finally
took his seat, adding with an air of decision, “They do
some work for us. Our projects piggyback on their toys R
and D.” His smile faded. “Unfortunately, something seems
to’ve slipped through their security.”
Lantis sat forward, an ominous tightening in his gut.
“Last month, kidTek released a— A doll.”
“A doll?” Lantis echoed in surprise, straightening in his
seat. What did a doll have to do with black ops?
“Not related to our projects. But there’s a proprietary
process involved,” Dillon explained, his voice taking on
the crisp tones of a formal report. “Two weeks later, a
Chinese company had an identical product on the market.”
Squaring his shoulders, he narrowed his eyes at
Lantis. “There’s no way it could have been reverse
engineered and in production that quickly. Not without
inside information.”
Lantis frowned. He could see the danger it posed to black
ops, but his friend seemed to have a personal stake in the
matter; Dillon was holding something back. “So there’s
nothing directly threatening the black ops projects, per
se. How are you involved? Last I heard, you’re still in the
field.”
“I still am. Kiera Stevens, the CEO and owner of kidTek, is
a close friend.”
Lantis twitched a finger, demanding clarification.
“No, kidTek was doing work even when her father ran things.
And Kiera’s practically my sister; I’ve known her since we
were toddlers.” Dillon leaned toward Lantis, resting white-
knuckled fists on his thighs. “She came to me for help. To
plug the leak before it can threaten our projects.”
“So you want me to identify the holes in security?” Lantis
narrowed his eyes at the urgent younger man.
Dillon met his gaze cautiously. “I want you to personally
plug the holes, nail the spy, and keep our projects under
wraps, right and tight.” He raised a clenched fist in
emphasis.
“Why me specifically? I’m focused more on the theoretical
side of things these days, you know.”
“You’re still the best in security magic.” The younger man
stared at him steadily. “You have the contacts. And if
there’s a foreign intelligence component to Kiera’s
problem, you can handle it. You know the players.”
Lantis raised a brow skeptically. His former partner knew
all the right buttons to push.
“Even better, you’ve been out for some time, so your
involvement won’t raise any flags.” By Dillon’s uncertain
frown, he was wondering if he needed to add more to make
his case.
Lantis got to his feet to prowl and flex suddenly tight
muscles. “And the rest of it?”
“KidTek will be closed next week for the Memorial Day
holidays. We figured it’d be the best time for you to go in
and upgrade security.” Fewer people and less distraction on-
site, the younger man meant. Lower profile, too.
“Sending me in blind?” Lantis observed blandly, deciding to
give in gracefully since his friend rarely asked for favors.
“Hardly,” Dillon snorted. He reached to one side, then
withdrew a bulky folder from thin air, resting it on one
thigh. “I’ve got everything here. Site magic. Security
details. Background checks. Facility blueprints. Assorted
schedules.” He flicked tabs in the folder as he enumerated
its contents.
“And Ms. Stevens?” Lantis asked, certain Dillon’s dossier
was as complete as black ops resources could make it—as
usual.
“She’ll call you tomorrow morning to set up an
appointment.” To lay the groundwork for an innocuous first
contact. “She’s already agreed to your fee, plus expenses
and twenty percent for covert hands-on services.”
Lantis raised a brow. “Pretty sure of yourself.”
Dillon shook his head, the tension on his face easing. “I
hoped.”
Lantis put his hands on his hips, his mind racing to juggle
his deliverables. “I’ll need that dossier as soon as
possible.”
“Done.” Dillon stood and tossed the thick file toward
Lantis’ empty chair. He disappeared as the spell circuit
opened.
A heavy thump announced the dossier’s arrival, drawing
Lantis’ eye to his now-occupied seat. Damn, this was going
to play hell with his schedule.
* * *
Kiera smoothed the jacket of her cream power suit over her
breasts. In the rearview mirror, the unruly waves of her
dark red hair remained confined in her usual chignon. Her
makeup was minimal—and flawless. Every inch a strong,
capable executive. Taking a deep, calming breath, she
reached for her briefcase and stepped out of her car.
She didn’t know why she was so nervous. Dillon had said Mr.
Atlantis was the perfect man to handle her situation. So
what if his baritone seemed to strike an inner chord that
continued to vibrate deep inside her? Considering that he
was retired from Dillon’s line of work, he had to be middle-
aged and she wasn’t in the market for a father figure.
That line of thinking carried her past building security
all the way through the lobby. Riding the elevator to the
sixth floor, she sternly resolved to keep her quivering
inner chords to herself and focus on unmasking her
industrial spy.
Still, she couldn’t prevent her free hand from gliding
along one hip to smooth nonexistent creases when she
stopped before a large, steel door that bore the dark blue
logo of Depth Security. And when that same sexy baritone
sounded from an inconspicuous grille beside it, she
couldn’t suppress a traitorous inner clenching. “Kiera
Stevens. I have an appointment,” she answered, wresting her
mind back to business.
“One moment.” Soft, deep, commanding.
She found she’d closed her eyes, savoring that voice. Oh,
God!Pull yourself together, Kiera.
With a muffled sigh, the steel door slid to one side,
leaving her to stare at a broad chest clad in a pale blue,
long-sleeved shirt. Startled, she tilted her head back to
look up into piercing blue eyes, partly obscured by a thin
fringe of overly long, black hair and framed by a handsome,
solemn face.
“Ms. Stevens?”
Kiera caught her breath. His deep voice shook her to her
very core, resonated through her bones. She pressed her
thighs together as she creamed helplessly. Her breasts
ached suddenly, her nipples tight and throbbing.
Oh. My. God. No middle-aged man addressed her; he looked
barely a few years older than Dillon. “Yes,” she managed to
answer.
He ushered her inside and sealed the door.
“I’m John Atlantis,” he said, taking her hand. Giving her a
long, intent look, he added softly, “You may call me
Lantis.”
“Then I’m Kiera,” she returned. His voice and the touch of
his hand did little for her façade of composure.
“This way. Please,” Lantis instructed, guiding her with a
hand under her elbow. He led her through a reception area,
and down a short corridor to what apparently was his
office.
At five-ten, Kiera was used to looking most men in the eye
or looking down at their heads. Sneaking a glance at
Lantis, she suspected she was just the right height to rest
her cheek on that fabulous chest. Walking so closely beside
him made her feel petite; somehow it felt just right.
Stepping through the doorway, a large executive’s desk to
one side of the office snagged Kiera’s attention and
sparked her suddenly unruly imagination. Long, wide, and
covered with piles of paper, it evoked erotic images of far
more pleasurable ways—unprofessional ways—they could put it
to use.
Heat sizzled through her body. Needing distraction and
distance between herself and that all-too-intriguing piece
of furniture, she crossed the room to the windows at the
far side. Obviously, all these many months focused on
taking up the reins of her father’s company in the wake of
his death had fried her brain. Her consequent celibacy
certainly couldn’t have helped.
Looking out, she noted his view of the highway and the lack
of noise. Surprised, she checked the clear panes. Despite
their thickness, they seemed unremarkable compared to the
steel door at the entry. “Don’t you run the risk of
eavesdropping?”
“The panes are coated with nanoceramic that resonates to a
frequency dependent on UV light exposure. Unless you’re
noisy, all a microphone will pick up is white noise.”
Noisy? Kiera felt a guilty flush heat her cheeks, conscious
of the dampness between her thighs. Normally she wasn’t a
moaner, but this didn’t feel like normal
circumstances. “I’m surprised you don’t use magic.”
“That’s a different line of defense. Shall we begin?”
Taking a deep breath to shore up her composure, she turned
to him. “Of course.”
Lantis seated her in a visitor’s chair, then he took his
place behind the desk, looking very much in command.
Kiera crossed her legs to press her thighs together, trying
to stem the dampness, then nearly flinched. The whisper of
her stockings rubbing together sounded unnaturally loud to
her heightened senses. Kiera, get hold of yourself!
He took some papers from a folder before him and passed
them to her. “Dillon said you’ve agreed to these terms.”
She bent her head to read the completed contract, then
nodded. “Yes, this is entirely acceptable.” She pulled out
a pen to sign it.
Lantis forestalled her, setting long fingers on the
document. “What are the boundaries of the covert services?”
“No one else in the company should know what you’re doing.
I don’t know who or how many people are involved in this
and I want to make sure no one gets away.” Kiera was
absolutely determined on that score.
“Completely covert.” Lantis nodded understanding. “How will
I access security recordings?”
Kiera bit her lip in thought. “Through my office. Even the
cameras can be accessed directly from there.”
“Ah. We’ll be working closely, then.”
Kiera thought she saw what looked like anticipation in
Lantis’ eyes, before she bent down to finally sign the
contracts.
The photos included in Dillon’s dossier hadn’t done Kiera
Stevens justice. Though, to be fair, that static medium
couldn’t have shown her graceful, I’m-in-charge walk.
Lantis tried to consider her objectively while she dealt
with the paperwork. She didn’t match his concept of a high-
powered executive, much less the president of a company the
size of kidTek. She looked too young, for one; she wasn’t
even in her thirties despite the elaborate bun. Too female.
His mind flashed to the very respectable bust and long,
shapely legs that had greeted him at the door. Too
attractive. Her large, deep-set, golden eyes were lively
with intelligence over a trim, straight nose and a small
mouth with lush lips. The musky scent of her desire called
to his libido like a siren song. And her husky contralto
was tailor-made for the bedroom.
Conversely, the dossier indicated she’d more than held her
own since taking over from her father. The determined look
in her eyes earlier suggested she’d do whatever was
necessary to see things through. It just might work.
Lantis added his signature to the contracts, then passed
Kiera her copy. As she accepted it, he couldn’t help
noticing she wore a bloodstone ring, popular with women for
housing contraceptive spells, on the smallest finger of her
left hand.
That done, Lantis turned his attention to Kiera’s
problem. “Dillon said you believe security was breached
because a doll was copied.”
Kiera smiled and Lantis found himself focusing on her small
mouth—a slight overbite gave her upper lip an inviting
thrust that tempted him to nibble on it and her full bottom
lip brought to mind much more carnal activities. “Action
figure.”
“Pardon?”
“It was an action figure.” The tip of Kiera’s tongue darted
out, leaving her lips a kissable, glossy red. “It’s based
on a TV cartoon character whose magic allows her to
instantly change her dress.”
“Magic.” Lantis grimaced. A lot of people labored under the
misconception that magic could be performed with the snap
of a finger with no prep necessary. He could understand its
appeal, but it made for a lot of disillusioned apprentice
mages. “What makes you sure this was a case of industrial
espionage?”
Kiera smiled, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “To simulate
the transformation, the fabric of the action figure’s
clothes is specially treated.” She went on to explain how
the application of a slight electrical charge allowed the
varicloth to change to different colors and patterns.
Lantis winced inwardly, struggling to maintain a neutral
expression. This wasn’t connected with a black ops project?
Dillon, Dillon, Dillon, he mentally chided his absent
friend.
“Anyway, the alternate clothes for this action figure
required very specific colors, which were difficult to
produce reliably. Initially, the yields for—” Biting her
lip, she paused, apparently to edit for need-to-know. “The
yields weren’t commercially viable. It wasn’t until we
developed a filtration process that utilizes certain
proprietary psychochemical reactions that we achieved the
necessary output.”
“And there’s no way your competition could’ve developed
this independently? Like parallel evolution?”
“Never. Joy Luck Truly has a reputation for maximizing
profits on minimal investment. They don’t do R and D. And
we’re not the first company they’ve stolen from,” she
countered heatedly.
It might be cliché but Lantis noted that Kiera was
beautiful when she was angry—golden eyes sparking, cheeks
flushed a delicate pink, lips cherry red, breasts heaving—a
delicious foretaste to lovemaking. He reined in his
thoughts before they got him into trouble.
“. . . copied everything precisely,” Kiera was
saying, “down to the circuit design. Their action figures
could have rolled off kidTek’s production lines—they’re
that similar!” She was incandescent with fury, trembling in
her chair with outrage. Gorgeous.
Lantis checked his notes, taking time to get himself in
hand, then redirected his line of questioning. “So the
critical phases were the filtration process and the
treatment for the cloth. Did the same team handle these?”
Kiera took a deep breath, distracting Lantis with thoughts
of stripping off her jacket, unbuttoning her lavender
blouse to reveal— “N-no,” she said huskily.
No? Lantis blinked.
“They’re two different processes: one was handled by
product development, and the other by production R and D,”
she stated more definitely.
Oh. Lantis brought his mind back on track and his body
under control, thankful that the desk hid his very visible
reaction from his client. “Is there anyone else who
might’ve had access? Perhaps on the production floor?” he
asked gruffly, adjusting his suddenly tight pants in—he
hoped—a surreptitious manner.
Kiera thought for a moment, then shook her head. “No, the
filtration was installed as a black box and the production
of the cloth is totally automated,” she informed him
confidently.
“That being the case, we’re looking at an individual who
managed to circumvent security or, at worst, a conspiracy
with at least two members who belonged to those teams.”
She even frowned attractively, Lantis noted, then thrust
the stray thought from his mind.
“You’ve obviously done your homework,” Kiera said, glancing
at the piles of paper on his desk. “Is there any way this
was a straight outside job? Using magic?”
Lantis could see where she was headed with her line of
questioning; no one liked to think they’d been betrayed by
people they knew even remotely. He disliked having to
disappoint her. “Given your security, the theft could’ve
been committed by scrying, but that’s highly unlikely and
doesn’t mean there’s no one working on the inside.”
“Why? And why doesn’t it eliminate an insider?” Obviously,
despite her insistence on a completely covert
investigation, Kiera still nurtured the hope that she was
wrong.
“It’s too energy-intensive. Just stealing the filtration
process that way would require them to monitor the
production team for several days. And so far,” Lantis
remarked judiciously, “there are no psyprinters capable of
storing the data from such a fishing expedition, so it’s
not worth the effort.”
“And the only way they’d even be aware of the fishing hole
is through an insider,” Kiera noted glumly with a sexy moue
of frustration. “Wait. Does this mean the— other projects
are also at risk?” Despite his security, she was evidently
unwilling to mention black ops aloud.
Lantis shook his head immediately, glad he could reassure
her on that count. “Their security is practically hermetic.
Which is what makes your commercial set-up rather strange.
“Or—maybe not,” he added thoughtfully. “Most companies
don’t protect against scrying because of the low
probability of success. Those labs do. It’s almost as if
the hole in the defenses of the commercial side was left
there deliberately. Possibly as a decoy. Or protective
camouflage.”
“Camouflage?” Kiera echoed, wide eyed.
“Unusual security makes outsiders wonder what’s being
hidden. In your case, I suspect your father wanted kidTek
to look like every other company,” Lantis explained.
“So it’s not really a security risk?”
“There’s always some risk, of eavesdropping or identifying
which of your people are working on a particular project,
for example. But in this case, it’s quite low.” He still
intended to plug it, though, given the circumstances. “Your
spy probably just sneaked a camera into the labs.”
“Wouldn’t it have been noticed?” Kiera argued, frowning.
Lantis allowed himself a slight smile, confident of his
ground. “You’d be surprised how small commercially
available spy equipment get. They’re so easy to conceal,
it’s almost magic.” The mouth-watering scent of aroused
woman drifted to him, filled his senses momentarily. The
urge to bury his face in her lap and wallow in that
delicious aroma was nearly overwhelming. He shifted his
weight, trying to ease the tightness of his pants.
Kiera nibbled her bottom lip. “So how will you catch him?”
Lantis explained his plan: upgrade the labs’ security
spells to detect and disable any cameras brought in, tie
them into the surveillance circuit, and extend the
surveillance coverage to inside the labs. “After that, it’s
just a matter of monitoring and waiting for the spy to
strike again.” He didn’t look forward to the latter, except
it meant he’d be spending a great deal of time with
Kiera. “If they strike again.”
“Why wouldn’t they, after the last time?”
“Caution? Maybe they’ve gotten all they came for.” Lantis
shrugged. “But the odds are with you. Most careful thieves
are caught because they get too greedy.”
“Can you have something set up by this afternoon?” Kiera
pushed, evidently considering him a miracle worker.
Lantis rejected the suggestion with a sharp shake of his
head. “I have to inspect the premises first.”
“That’s not enough?” Kiera asked with a graceful wave
indicating the papers on his desk.
“Hardly.” Lantis wrestled with a sudden surge of
anticipation. “Now, about our cover story. . .
Cover story? Kiera blinked in confusion. “I don’t
understand.”
“I have to have a reason for dropping by unexpectedly and
staying in your office for hours. It can’t be professional,
otherwise your assistant would expect to know my business,
which leaves us with personal reasons. Since I’m not
family, we have to be lovers,” Lantis said oh so reasonably.
Lantis as her lover? Kiera caught her breath, imagining her
hands caressing that powerful chest and flat belly, her
body cradling him inside her and seeing his blue eyes go
blind with pleasure. Stretched out beneath him, totally at
his mercy. Heat seared her.
“Most people accept things at face value,” Lantis
continued. “If we appear to be more than just good friends,
they won’t suspect why we’re spending so much time
together. I can drop in whenever I need to without risking
the operation.”
Kiera wrenched her thoughts back to their
discussion. “There may be a problem there,” she ventured,
hesitant to expose her social reclusion.
“You have a lover who’ll object?”
A gratifying assumption.
Kiera shook her head. “I haven’t socialized much since I
took over the company. I haven’t had the time or the
inclination. Even before, I tried to keep my love life and
business separate. I don’t think they’ll buy it, if I
suddenly have a— A lover hanging around.”
“Don’t you?” Lantis responded, rubbing his chin
thoughtfully. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to be very
convincing.” There was a look in his eyes that promised—
very intimate things.
Kiera’s pulse raced madly, her mind caught up in erotic
daydreams.
“See?” Lantis said softly. “If you can keep that up, we
shouldn’t have any problem convincing your people.”
Kiera startled. “W-what did you say?”
“If you keep looking at me like that, no one will question
our cover,” Lantis replied, looking back with something
like approval in his eyes.
“Oh, Lord!” Kiera twisted away in her seat, unable to meet
his gaze. In her mind’s eye, she saw him forcing her to
suck his cock, taking her from behind, scene after scene,
making her beg, making her scream, possessing her.
“Kiera?” Lantis’ voice wrapped around her senses, like
velvet on intimate flesh, caressing unmentionable places.
Kiera struggled to remember what they were talking about.
Memory brought a surge of mortified heat to her cheeks. “I—
I don’t think I’ll be able to do that,” she replied
desperately.
“That?”
Herself on her hands and knees, helplessly absorbing his
pounding thrusts, crying out with raw pleasure and begging
for more.
“Pretend that we’re lovers, I mean,” Kiera elaborated
hastily, clutching her knees as she tried to ignore the
fresh spurt of dampness between her thighs, the aching
tightness of her nipples. Her celibacy had obviously
impaired her judgment.
“Isn’t there some other way?” she asked raggedly.
“Hmm. And still keep the investigation covert?” Lantis
returned in a neutral voice.
Kiera nodded, feeling the weight of his gaze.
“I’ll have to think on it.”