RAGE (The Rage Series Book 1) by MJ Riley

for a test. However, the software for the MCube was no small task to understand. He'd expected that it would take days for him to teach her how to start the thing.
                  Instead, within an hour, she could easily turn it on and off, switch between its various modes, and give it manual commands. “So, this here is where you would input the engine code for your car and the key for your locks?”
                  She gazed up at him with eyes that were the color of the Mediterranean—clear, bright, and the perfect blue—and indicated an open prompt at the bottom of the screen that she'd pulled up on one of the faces of the cube.
    “Yes. That’s right.” He hid his surprise that she'd figured it out on her own.
                  “And it starts the car for you. Starts it, locks it, and finds it if it's been stolen...” She trailed off, as she fiddled with the device. “Amazing.”
                  For being the daughter of one of the most odious and selfish men on the planet, Charlotte was impressive. He told himself it was easier to find things that he admired about her rather than try to fight them. It would only make his pursuit of her seem more genuine.
                  So far, they'd been working together for three days. In that time, he'd shown her most of the basic functions of the MCube, and she'd soaked up the complicated information like a sponge. She leaned over his shoulder, barely managing by standing on her toes, and watched avidly as he manipulated the technology. Then, she remembered how he'd demonstrated the technology with a nearly photographic memory.
                  He was impressed.
                  Certainly, almost as impressed with her as she was with him. He'd been an employee of Mathers Incorporated for less than two weeks, and it already seemed that most of his coworkers knew his name and reputation. He supposed he could have been more subtle in the way he introduced his designs to the department, but after years of planning, David was eager to make himself a necessity to them. That part, in particular, was instrumental to his scheme.
                  He remained humble, and that was no trial. Though he'd been confident in his ability to get hired on at Mathers, David had never been the type to brag about his work. He designed technology because he enjoyed it. He built for the rush that assaulted him when he realized that he had come up with something that could change the world.
                  No doubt his father had felt the same thrill. He could remember the awestruck look on the man's face as he'd poured over parts and designs at his workbench, making sounds of elation when he'd discovered how something came together. His father was why he was here, and no matter what sort of charms Miss Charlotte Mathers had in her arsenal, he wasn't going to forget that.
                  However, her charms were numerous. For starters, the woman was absolutely gorgeous. He knew that she must have recently celebrated her thirtieth, and she carried the years wonderfully. There wasn't a single line on her tanned skin, and she wore only the smallest bit of cosmetics to enhance her beauty. She didn't need makeup. Her eyes had a natural almond shape to them and were entrancing in the right light, and her facial structure was absolutely breathtaking. Combine those features with a sweet, full mouth and a head full of blonde curls and she would make any man weak at the knees.
                  However, there was more.
                  She poured herself into suits that emphasized the curves of her hips, her tiny waist, and her ample bosom. All in all, she had an hourglass figure that he was sure many women envied, and upon more than one occasion, he'd envisioned wrapping his hands around that waist, lifting her onto her desk, and having his way with