Target Acquired: The Nerd in My Bed Chapter 1

I am an assassin.

My target this time is the genius hacker known as "Keyboard."

The mission dragged on with zero leads, so I went to a bar to drown my sorrows.

One thing led to another, and I accidentally slept with a repressed, buttoned-up nerd.

I planned to ghost him immediately, but Ethan Clarke stuck to me like gum on a shoe.

I tracked the IP address all the way to Keyboard’s hideout.

The man I’d been sleeping next to every night was sitting in front of the computer, his expression calm behind his black-rimmed glasses:

"So, the person you want to kill... is me?"

* * *

I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck.

Looking at the young man sleeping stiffly beside me, I felt a bolt of lightning hit my brain.

He... he looked way too young!

No wonder he was so clumsy last night... it was his first time.

I shivered, trembling as I reached for his folded coat to check his wallet.

The moment I saw the ID, I let out a long breath.

Ethan Clarke. Nineteen.

Thank God he’s legal.

He must have Asian genes; no wonder he doesn't crack. I have a colleague in the Organization like that—you can never tell her age.

Speak of the devil, my comms device suddenly vibrated.

I grabbed my scattered clothes while putting in my earpiece and walking out.

Vesper’s calm voice came through the line:

"Lilith, Alta Finance’s trading system was breached by Keyboard again. We tracked the intruder’s IP."

"It’s the Main Computer Science Building at Leyton Tech."

I groaned. "Can you guys be faster next time? Do you know how long I’ve been stuck here?"

"This is the result of five people working non-stop," Vesper said flatly.

She continued, "The attack was routed through an internal research account... We suspect Keyboard is highly likely a professor at Leyton Tech."

"Got it. I'll figure it out."

I sighed, unable to stop myself from complaining.

"You don't know how unlucky I was last night. These Ivy League types... you really can't judge a book by its cover..."