To Catch His Mate

Chapter 2-1

Chapter 2

After a miserable flight the next morning—Tuesday—I was back home in Atlanta. I cleaned up before heading to the office. I sent a text to Kevin Patel in the IT Department as I was on my way in. He knew his stuff, and I had relied on him for his expertise in other cases. Together, I hoped we could come up with a way to catch our thief.

When he saw me rounding the corner, Kevin raised his hands in a defensive gesture. “I know what you’re going to say, Felix! But there’s no way someone’s hacking in. I have the system locked up tighter than Kim Kardashian’s jeans.” He was a huge fan of her reality show.

I c****d my head to one side and waited. Kevin bristled. “It just can’t happen. Well okay, it could happen, but the hacker would have to be seriously good—better than I am.” He moonlighted as a hacker on occasion, when I needed him to. It was our secret.

“Look,” I said. “We’ve checked everything else, and everyone else in the entire organization. Aside from some minor issues, there were no red flags. I think the perp or an accomplice may be hacking the system and looking for a certain kind of client. Maybe we can exploit that and draw him out.”

“A honey pot,” Kevin said, after some thought. “We plant some information in the system that the hacker—if there is one—can’t resist.” He was still protecting his professional pride.

“Agreed.” I stroked my chin. “All right, I’ll set up a fake client, and have you track the activity on it to see if there’s any illicit access. Give me a couple days to get back to you.”

I slapped him on the back, which almost sent him facedown into the keyboard, then left. Now came the task of putting out the crumbs for the thief to find, and I knew just the person to help me do it.

* * * *

Carl Onstad was a Midwest transplant to the Atlanta office from Chicago. His auburn hair, green eyes, and freckled skin were a lovely combination. I smiled to myself, remembering that his pubic hair was dark red.

I rounded his cubicle wall. “Long time no see, buddy!”

Carl’s face turned white, then red, as he jumped in his chair, knocking the contents of his neat desk to the floor. I suppressed a smile as I bent down to help my flustered friend gather his things.

“I-it’s been a while, Felix. H-how are things?” Carl awkwardly asked, looking up from the floor directly into my face as I kneeled before him. He licked his lips, reminding me how long it had been since I’d had a blow job.

“Things are good.” I finished helping him pick up the papers on the floor, giving him time to regain his composure, though the bulge in his pants told other tales. Good thing I had a spare condom in my wallet.

“It’s time for a break, right?” I said. “How about we go down to the cantina and get a cup of coffee? I have a few things—business things—I’d like to discuss with you, and we can catch up.”

A tentative smile said “yes” as he heaped everything else onto the middle of his desk and stood to go with me. Carl had never masked his desire for casual s*x with me, though I knew he’d be willing to make things more permanent, if I were ever interested. I was always interested in s*x, especially lately with the constant wet dreams about my elusive thief.

We got into the elevator and I pressed the Lobby button. As we were alone in the shaft, I pulled an unresisting Carl to me and held him close. His c**k was hard against my leg, and he looked up at me, mouth slightly open and begging me for a taste.

“We’re almost to the bottom floor,” I reminded him, though I couldn’t resist squeezing that luscious ass, successfully hidden from view by the length of his suit jacket.

“C-can we get a quickie? Please?” Those eyes were so pretty, and he asked so nicely. How could I resist? It had been a while since I’d f****d a hole of any kind.

I gave him a quick kiss. “Okay. Ideas?”