Hell, half the things on the list were his, including the just-nixed Kama Sutra positions. He’d added those after watching her do yoga yesterday morning and realizing she could hold herself in a handstand for an extended period of time. He’d immediately fired up his laptop and started researching positions for that particular talent.
Luca stood up under the pretense of studying the items still remaining. Not that she was fooled when he slipped his hands under her T-shirt so that he could cup her breasts. Luca was definitely a tit man, while Oscar seemed to enjoy both packages equally, dividing his time between slapping asses—hers and Luca’s—pinching her nipples, or cupping Luca’s balls.
“I think we should—” Luca mused.
Before he could express his opinion, there was a knock at the door.
“People here to see you,” Andre called through the door. “Y’all decent?”
Selene laughed. Andre and another Warrior Scholar, Tate, had been guarding their door in shifts over the course of the past two days. Which meant they’d gotten more than an earful of some of their activities.
Oscar rose and peered out the peephole. “There’s a generic-looking white dude and a Latinx woman with Andre.”
“Our dark web experts are here.” Selene looked longingly at the list. Still, working with a CIA agent and a hacker to release flawed nuclear bomb plans was its own kind of exciting.
Oscar bent down to pick up the shirt he’d shed just before their last round of sex and tugged it over his head. Luca followed suit.
“I’m going to go put on some pants,” Selene said, heading for the bedroom. “And a bra,” she added begrudgingly. She hadn’t worn a bra in three days and it had been glorious.
Yeah. Reality sucked.
She quickly dressed and listened as Oscar opened the door. When she returned to the living room, she was introduced to Norah. She had socialized with Devon Asher—of the New York Ashers—at past Trinity Masters events as both of them were legacies. Devon worked for the CIA, so Selene assumed it had been his job to coordinate monitoring of worldwide supplies of neptunium.
Devon was an attractive, rather imposing man with brown hair, cut in a stylish if boring side-part fashion, appropriate for a banker or lawyer. He also had shrewd steely-gray eyes that seemed to take in everything at once. Selene suspected there wasn’t much the man didn’t notice.
She flushed when she saw his gaze shift toward the list on the window. Dammit. Apparently he didn’t miss anything.
“Keeping ourselves busy, I see,” Devon deadpanned.
Luca tried to step between the window and Devon’s line of vision in a feeble attempt to stop him from reading the entire list, while Oscar just crossed his arms and looked pissed off. Except there was a slight smile on his face, the barest curl to his lips that anyone who didn’t know him as well as she did wouldn’t have noticed.
Norah glanced toward the window, and Selene could tell by her raised eyebrows and the way her gaze slipped back to Selene, she was impressed.
Sebastian had called a couple days earlier to give them a status report. According to Sebastian, Norah was a dark web expert and had previously been a “hacktivist,” but now freelanced for the FBI cybercrimes division.
“Let’s do this, bitches.” Norah had arrived with a sleek, expensive leather laptop case, which she set on the dining room table before taking a seat. She also had a bright red backpack with the cactus, eagle, and snake of the Mexican flag printed on it. The dichotomy was…weirdly compelling.
She pulled out a completely matte black laptop with no logo on the lid. Oscar made a weird noise and rushed over to her side, examining the computer.
“Can I help you?” Norah asked in a “who the fuck are you?” voice.
“Is this custom?” Oscar demanded.
“Of course it is. Also, who the hell are you? Wait, I forgot, I don’t care.” She turned to her computer and began to tap on the keyboard rapidly.
Devon had followed her to the table. He put a hand on Oscar’s shoulder and eased him back. He was standing directly behind Norah, who glanced over her shoulder and frowned.
“I can’t stand it when people stand behind me. Sit down, dude.” With her left foot, she pushed out the chair next to hers.
Devon hesitated for a moment, clearly unaccustomed to being ordered around. Then he sat.
Norah glanced at Oscar. “You’re the data-mining expert?”
“Yes,” Oscar all but snarled.
“And you’ve never seen a custom laptop?”
“I’ve never seen that casing.” He pointed at her