No. Not fast enough.

Beep. Beep.

Her finger froze over the final keystroke before finishing the download. Why did it beep? She hadn't...

"The men win!"

Fuck. Before Isabelle's very eyes the files disappeared from the server as her finger quivered impotently over the last button. They were gone, downloaded, transferred somewhere remotely and likely soon to make an appearance in Corban's spank bank.

And that wasn't the only thing he'd be getting off to. Sam stood sternly, arms folded over her chest. Isabelle looked up to her, but she did not look back down. Her gaze was set defiantly at their defeater.

"So," hummed Corban, sauntering toward her and slapping his hands together. "Best hacker on the block, was it?" Isabelle's heart sank. Sam stood firm. "Certainly my favorite hacker, if I had to chose. By her hand, I am delivered the most delicious prize. I think you've stayed out of my little black book for too long now, Sam."

"They were off by a second, Corban, and you know it. Don't act so smug."

He licked his lips. "A second that I will relish for many minutes. I am hoping for a few hours, at least, but we'll see how much your body can take."

"The bet was for 'one go' and I will hold you to it."

Her hostility was palpable, but Corban grinned, immune. "By the time we get there, you'll beg for so much more."