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whispered. “The two weeks is intended to be a full-immersion program to teach you about obedience in all settings. Some submissives crave a more full-time lifestyle, while some prefer scenes only.”
    “These next few days will help you decide what you prefer, in all ways.” Stryker ran his finger down the jersey. “I knew you’d make my cock hard when I saw you in this.”
    Her head spun. Full-time. Crap. Her entire body reacted to the thought. If an instantaneous orgasm was possible, she was about to have one.
    “I can’t take two weeks off work.”
    “We’ll figure something out.” Lance cupped her ass cheeks. “For now let’s enjoy today.”
    “Make your call and we’ll salvage breakfast.” Stryker kissed her forehead and moved away.
    Viviana dialed her brother’s number and held her breath.
    “Where the hell are you?”
    “Something came up. I’m taking a few days off.”
    “What the hell are you talking about? What’s wrong?”
    Viviana laughed. “Nothing’s wrong. I just need a few days off to deal with some stuff.”
    Clint sighed into the phone. “I swear you’re trying to give me a heart attack. You’re never late to work and Mags was beside herself.”
    “Apologize for me. I’ll see you all in a few days. I’ll check my email, just in case something comes up.”
    Silence greeted her response. There wasn’t much he could say. They were between projects for the most part, and she was about to turn thirty. Answering to her big brother hadn’t been on her list of things to do for a long time.
    “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”
    “Of course. Turn off the sister-in-trouble radar because I’m fine.” Viviana glanced at Stryker and Lance, who both leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed. “I’ll see you in a few days. Love ya.”
    “Love ya too.”
    She hung up the phone and smiled at them. “My big brother. One of them. I sort of work for him. Well, it’s sort of a partnership, but I’ve got the easy part.”
    “You’re the brains, he’s the smile,” Lance stated. “We had Gabe retrieve the stuff from your car, which is now in The Brigade garage. Your laptop and purse are in Stryker’s office.”
    “Thanks.” Viviana took a step forward. “I should’ve told you he was my brother last night, but I panicked.”
    “It’s not our business,” Stryker replied. He took a step toward her and cupped her chin in his palm. “But we will have no secrets from this point forward.”
    “Yes Sir.” Anxiety skittered through her, followed quickly by its evil twin—guilt. Together they created a volcanic need to confess what she’d done. “There’s something you should probably know.”
    “This ought to be interesting judging from your nervousness.” Lance’s voice was a husky whisper as he ran his hand down her shoulder. “We won’t bite. Just tell us.”
    “I sort of hacked into your computer system.” She cringed.
    “What exactly does sort of hacked mean? Is that like being sort of pregnant?” Stryker crossed his arms. “And why would you feel compelled to do that?”
    Confession might be good for a soul, but it was hell on Viviana’s heart. It thumped its dissension. She’d done it to learn more about Stryker. A man’s ego could only handle knowing so much, and she wasn’t about to give anyone that sort of ammo.
    “Technically it wasn’t hacking per se. We’d been contracted to work on your security system and I was curious about The Brigade.” True enough. It’d been the sexier-than-hell voice on the other end of the conference call that had first driven her to the dastardly deed. “I never went into anything private.”
    “That’s debatable.” Lance laughed. “Gabe will shit a brick when he hears this. Mr. M.I.T. got hacked.”
    “Viviana will confess to him later, when she has time to help render his firewalls as impenetrable as the system she devised.” Pride reflected in Stryker’s voice. “I should be angered by your