"Do you think that's normal?" My Father is stood behind the chair in his office as I tap away on his laptop, going through every back door you could probably think of trying to find out who else has accessed these documents. Because someone has. He looks frustrated and a little bit panicked as I look up to meet his wrinkling blue eyes. His hair the same as always just a little more grey than I remember and I realize in that moment its been so long since I have just sat a looked at my Father, I don't remember the last time - if ever - that we spent time together other than these brief moments it usually takes me to check his laptop.
"What is in the file named MR LONEY DUNDEAING? As far as I can see it's the one that seem to be at risk the most."
"It's has a password." He snaps but he looks more worried than angry and for some reasons alarm bells ring inside me. No this is my Dad, he get worried over his internet banking and losing the newspaper.
"Do you want me to show you how quick I can hack that password?" I offer mostly out of curiosity and a little out of desire to show my him what I can do. I have always been a people pleaser and maybe a little of a smart arse. Only a little though.
"No I most certainly do not!" He seems stressed, he is repeatedly running his hands up and down his pant legs and his eyes keep scanning the room looking for something, a way out maybe.
"I could make it so nobody can get in it without knowing the password if you like?" I offer again trying to calm him. His eyes hit me like he just remembered I am here. One minute ago I was invisible to him and now he looks like I just told him I could catch the moon in a damn net.
"You can do that?" He looks skeptical but desperate and my curiosity is most definitely peeked. I wonder what is in that file? I nod and get to work installing my latest pet project. It will take someone with a special skill set to hack this encryption with out damaging the file. I am excitedly explaining this to my very eager Father when my phone starts to vibrate and clatter across the vanished desk making us both jump before I snatch it up and see a number I don't recognize.
"Hello?" I answer cautiously. I don't know why but numbers I don't know always set me on edge, or maybe this stuff with my Father is making me paranoid too. Maybe it runs in the family.
"We need to talk." It's not a request, it's a demand from a voice I really shouldn't but I have been dreaming about since the other night when when we met. Even knowing he belongs to My Sister isn't enough to stop the x-rated dreams invading my mind every time I close my eyes.
"I thought I made myself clear." I don't know what else to say to him as I eye my Father warily hoping he can't hear this conversation or whom it is calling. How would I explain this without tearing my family apart. He looks too lost in his own world that he wouldn't notice if the President decided to stop by.
"We.Need.To.Talk." He repeats slower and strangely enough as menacing as it sounds, I don't feel fear, I feel hot. Oh God. I am losing my mind. Excusing myself for a moment of privacy I wonder out of the polished oak door of my Fathers Study and head toward the stairs leading to my bedroom.
"Talk." I snap hoping he believes my hostility is genuine because I certainly don't feel it.
"I want to be face to face when we do this." His husky voice assaults my senses again and I know I need to shut him down. Nobody should have such a sexy, husky voice. It's should be criminal to be able to leave people so defenseless with just your voice.
"I don't think that's a good idea, do you?" I retort, trying and succeeding to sound much more confident than I feel. I am playing with fire that I know all to well will incinerate me to nothing more than ash.
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Everything To Lose
Romance"Yes I knew who you were that night. I planned everything, well not you spilling your drink on me but hey whatever works. You see Lucinda has always taken what's mine so I thought I would give her a taste of her own medicine. Sorry babe but you're j...
