Page 27 of Reckless Love
Chapter 10
“We have to ditch these assholes.” I looked out the back of the car as we left The Hamiltons. As usual we had two cars following us.
“You want to go to the bunker?”
I grabbed him by the tie. Not too hard, just enough to keep myself from coming apart. “JonathanEubank? This can’t be a coincidence. There’s too many possibilities right now. My head is spinning. I need data. I need to put all this up on the board and see what it looks like.”
Leo twisted his mouth off to the side. “All right, I’ve got a plan.”
I loved a man with a plan. Smart men were brain porn. Intelligent conversation put empty smiles and bad pickup lines to shame. To mysurprise Leo drove me to campus, parked in the garage beside the research building, and parked.
“What are we doing here?”
He killed the engine. “Throwing them off. You work strange hours. Maybe at dinner you realized you forgot something in your office or needed to do something at your desk.”
He exited the car and waited for me to join him, then escorted me to my office. Heflipped on all the lights and moved around the blinds. “Turn on your computer. Look like you’re doing something professor-y.”
“Professor-y?” I sat at the desk and input my password.
Leo concentrated on his phone. “Yeah. Grade a paper. Answer an email. Whatever it is you might do after dinner on a Wednesday night.” He pulled off his tie and removed his jacket. One by one he slid thebuttons of his dress shirt free and for a moment I thought I might just be getting a little show.
But as it turns out Leo was just turning himself into a disheveled student.
I must admit I didn’t care for it. “I can see how the frat look is probably something you could pull off well but I much prefer the polished ‘designer suit look’ on you.” There was just something about his attentionto detail that did it for me.
He ruffled his hair and untucked his white undershirt. “I’ll keep that in mind for future escape disguises. Now you.”
“Me?”
He spun my chair and leaned over me, his hands braced on the arms. “I love the pencil skirt and blouse but they’ve got to go. Professor Brown needs to become college senior Esme Brown.”
At first I panicked. UnlikeLeo I couldn’t simply untuck a shirt and change how I looked. I was in heels! And dammit. My hair lookedgoodtonight. I managed that perfect pin curl and it had held all through dinner. But then I remembered I kept a changed of clothes in my bottom drawer.
I pulled out the stack of clothes, the toiletries kit, and the ball cap. I really didn’t want to put on the ball cap.
“Do youhave an entire closet in there?” Leo chuckled.
“As I’m sure will completely surprise you, I occasionally overwork and end up sleeping here.” I left the sweater in the bag. That was too close to my professor wardrobe, but the rest turned out to be pretty perfect. Five minutes later the curls were gone and I was in jeans and a funny shirt about being Wonder Woman. I even had a simple pairof Keds in there.
“Hat,” Leo held it out.
I whimpered. “But my hair.”
“Looks good no matter what.” He kissed the top of my head. “I love how girly you are at the strangest times.”
“I love my hair.” I grumbled one more time, as if by making my disdain for the hat verbally it would somehow let my hair know I really regretted ruining it. “And I much prefer it whenyou’rethe one sullying my hair.”
“Well,” he growled, putting his arms around me and gripping a fistful of hair, “then allow me the honor ofsullyingyour hair before the hat goes on.”
I sighed as the tug on my hair sent tingles through my body. “Don’t make fun of my vocabulary choices.”
“Sully, sully, sully, sully,” he whispered softer and softer as he kissed my cheek, behind myear and then down my throat.
His phone dinged. He pulled back. “You ready?”
“For what?”
“Our escape, of course.” Then pants and moans and the clear sounds of hard fucking came from his phone. He set it on my desk and moved toward the door.
