My exit was finally free. I could have just left without another word, but I couldn’t resist making one final remark on the way out. “So, should I tell everyone that you’re busy and not to bother you, or will hanging a sock on the doorknob suffice? That’s what they always do in college movies right?”
Clay’s response was to lovingly stick his tongue out at me, then shut the door in my face.
I laughed as I returned to my own cottage. Laughter was an easier emotion to feel than envy or longing. So long as I was laughing, I didn’t have to think about the loneliness sitting like a cold pit in my stomach.
Although, maybe it didn’t have to be that way.
When I reached my cottage, I froze with my hand on the front door and looked back toward Clay’s place that I just left. Seeing Clay and Logan together had given me an idea. Logan was the lead investigator for the bell ringers case, and Clay had been the primary witness before I even came on board. Yet, there was nothing stopping them from being together.
If anything, standing together through this trial seemed to have only made their relationship stronger.
Maybe there was hope for me yet.
CHAPTER 15
Jordy
This waseither the dumbest thing I’d ever done, or the bravest. It would entirely depend on the outcome.
After leaving Clay to enjoy his private time with Logan, I spent a few hours mentally preparing myself. That mostly consisted of pacing back and forth in my own cottage, muttering encouragements to myself and practicing my breathing exercises.
Afternoon rolled into evening. I snuck a sandwich from the bunker’s kitchen area and took a long, relaxing shower. By that point, the lighting of the faux sky had shifted from day to night, throwing the entire bunker into a moody ambiance.
Using the darker lighting to my advantage, I snuck over to Kitt’s cottage.
The outside of the bunker had been built for safety, but the inside had been designed for luxury, so none of the individual cottages were locked. This came in handy, because I was easily able to slip inside without a single locked door getting in my way. While I’d been pacing in my own cottage, I’d kept an eyeon the comings and goings of everyone else. I hadn’t seen Kitt return to his cottage yet, and I was happy to see I was right. The cottage was empty, and no one stopped me as I made myself comfortable sprawled out on his bed.
Then I waited.
Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long.
About five minutes later—though it felt like an eternity—the door opened and Kitt walked in. He didn’t see me at first, too busy reviewing the papers he held in his hand. It would be incredibly embarrassing if he walked right by without noticing me, not to mention a blow to my ego, so I subtly shifted on the bed, hoping to catch his attention.
It worked.
He looked up from his paperwork, clearly irritated at the interruption, but that irritation dropped from his face when he got a good look at me.
“Jordy what... what are you doing?” His words were uncertain, but his gaze was firm as it traveled up and down my body.
Stuck here in the safe house, I didn’t have many options when it came to sexy clothing. I’d chosen a pair of boxers made from a particularly clingy material, and a thin, black tank top that was a size too small and rode up to expose several inches of my midriff. It was a humble outfit, but it showed off my body in a way that was unmistakably suggestive.
“So, I’ve been thinking,” I said as I slowly let one leg trail up against the other.
Despite being on the slightly shorter side, my legs were proportionally long and were probably my best assets. I’d always gotten compliments on them in the past, and based on the way Kitt watched the movement of my legs with an eagle eye, this time was no different.
“I know you said that nothing can happen between us because you’re the lawyer on this case, and I’m a witness. But you’re not reallymylawyer. Like, you’re not working for me. I didn’t hire you. Besides, Logan is the lead investigator for this case, and he and Clay are literally dating. If it’s not a problem for them, then I don’t see why we should have to wait.”
Kitt took one step toward the bed, and for a moment, I thought I was about to get what I wanted. Then, however, he looked down at the papers in his hand.
“One moment,” he said, with the same casual air that me might dismiss a waiter at a restaurant who had arrived at his table too early. I didn’t even have time to argue before he stepped from the bedroom into another side-room that had been set up as a makeshift office.
With a groan, I flopped back on the bed and ran my hands over my face.
The man was as infuriating as he was attractive. He was back in that three-piece suit, not a hair out of place, and seemingly untouchable.
It was ridiculous. The bunker’s laundry facility was rudimentary at best, and definitely didn’t have the necessary supplies to take care of a suit that I was certain was made of silk. And Kitt had not just one, but several of these expensive outfits to maintain.
How was he always so perfectly put together when I could barely keep the wrinkles out of my own clothing?
