Cyber Seduction: Across A Crowded Room (IATO Series Book 3) by Eliza March, Elizabeth Marchat

doubts. I’ve been practicing self-visualization. The tactic is supposed to reprogram the way people think of themselves. I’m getting better.”
    “Well, get over all that self-doubt, you’re one hot babe now. Not many are as smart as you are, either. By the time you’re thirty, I expect you’ll be heading up your division. It was a pleasure meeting you, Emily.” Jo smiled. “Can we stay in touch? It’s a bitch finding women friends in the agency.”
    Emily never had an adult friend outside Kate and Andrea, and family didn’t count. The thought made her happy. “I’d love to stay in touch.” Despite their bad start, it looked like they clicked. “And Jo, thanks again for helping me get through my first debriefing. Hopefully, it won’t be my last. I discovered I like fieldwork.” She laughed conspiratorially. “Don’t tell anyone, but I think I’m really an adrenaline-rush junkie at heart.”
    They both laughed, yet beneath the surface, they each understood the danger that could be. That rush led to closer and closer calls, greater and greater risks. It wasn’t smart for an agent to indulge those feelings. Those risks got you killed.
     
    When she stepped into the foyer, the message light on her phone blinked, nagging furiously at her from the table. Before she dropped her bags where she stood, she kicked off her shoes and put her mail on the Victorian table.
    She pressed play. Her voice mailbox was full. “You have forty messages. Please clean out your mailbox.” Oh, crap. Later, she thought, hating the demands of machinery. Wasn’t she the one that should be in control? The cell phone in her bag beeped at her. Unfortunately, she knew she couldn’t ignore that. Those were the messages she’d have to get to now. She decided to clean out the phone messages later when she got around to it.
    She went into her office and sat in the dark at her desk, prepared to sort through everything systematically. First she organized her mail into the old-fashioned slots on her desk. The junk mail went into in the trashcan, bills to the right, invoices to the left. “So much paper even in a paperless society.”
    She put the cell phone on speaker and pressed through the phone commands as the messages played. She punched the keypad, listening to each one, taking notes, saving some, discarding others. One of the messages was from Andrea. “Hey, babe, when should I pick you up Saturday? Call and leave the flight number, time, and airline on the machine. I’ll be there. Can’t wait to see you and hear all about Monte Carlo.”
    The rest of the messages were mixed. In amongst the rest of the personal messages were two left within the last few days, one from Rosa and one from Cade.
    Cade’s caught Emily’s interest. Jason said he would use him as a contact. Could this be the message he’d promise? She’d save that for last. If she listened now, she’d be distracted through the rest.
    The last two messages were from Mosel. Not bad. Had she expected more? He must be working on his self-control. The first one brought back the fear, the doubts, the guilt. One, that she could fool him, and two, that she was actually fooling him. She kept getting mixed signals from him.
    Mosel’s deeply accented voice reached out of the dark. “I hope Kate is well and you arrived home without incident. Please call and let me know you are safe.” He spoke with authority and not without a certain element of suspicion. The voice that could inspire hot lust now wrought a shiver of fear from her.
    In the next message from Mosel, he said, “I’m beginning to worry. You should have called by now. I checked the hospital in Boston, and I was relieved to hear Kate is improving. Now I’m concerned about you.” Mosel’s deep baritone demanded answers to his concerns.
    His second message had come in less than an hour ago. Another chill ran through her at his tone, she didn’t know why. Was he really concerned, or was it something else? As soon