Oh, crap.
20
Jayden
For a second,after Landon barges into the bedroom, Isabelle stands next to the drawer, naked, freshly fucked, and looking like a deer standing on the train tracks.
A train barreling toward her.
She blinks herself out of her stunned stupor and darts to the bed, yanks off the chunky decorative blanket, and covers her body with it.
If she were to turn around, Landon would get to see her glorious naked ass staring back at him.
Goddamn it.
“We weren’t expecting you,” Isabelle says, her face as red as the blanket.
“Apparently not,” Landon replies, laughter in his voice.
“What are you doing here?”
“Liam sent me to help you. You need someone to gather intel on the staff. I’m that man. He spoke with Bernard this morning, and I’m already set up.” Which would explain his outfit. The khaki pants and the parrot-print Hawaiian shirt are as far from his usual style as you can get. It’s the outfit the maintenance employees here wear.
Bradshaw must have figured we knew Landon was here, which is why he never mentioned any of this when we met him an hour ago.
“So while you two are relaxing”—Landon gestures at the messy bed that wasn’t in that state a short while ago—“I’ll see what I can learn from the staff. Liam and Connor brought me up to speed with what they know so far. Would you care to bring me the rest of the way? Preferably before I have to go down to room thirty-four and fix the clogged toilet.”
“It hasn’t been all fun and games.” All right, that’s not entirely true.
What Isabelle and I were doing before he showed up was a lot of fun.
A smirk slides onto Landon’s face, and I have to fight back the urge to punch it off.
“All I can say is that it’s about damn time you two did something with that sexual tension between you. It’s been off the charts for the past few months and driving us all insane.”
“You’ve got it all wrong.” Isabelle’s face is still a shade of flustered red.“It’s not what you’re thinking.”
Landon raises his hands. “Hey, it’s none of my business what you two do. That’s between you…and your latest stylish outfit.” He gestures at the chunky blanket covering her.
The blanket that’s doing a shitty job hiding her naked body.
He turns serious. “Liam wanted me to tell you the informant who was going to testify against Vadik Orlov is dead. His body was discovered last night. This mission”—he nods at Isabelle—“could be coming to an abrupt halt if the Feds request our help again with the situation.”
Fuck. I get shot in the arm by one of Orlov’s henchmen, and the Feds couldn’t at least keep the informant alive?
“And then Jayden and I will return to finish this mission?” Isabelle asks.
Landon shakes his head. “It doesn’t sound like it. We’ve got some other cases coming up that require Jayden’s expertise—once he’s recovered from the gunshot wound.”
Isabelle does a reasonably good job of keeping her disappointment off her face, but I know her too well not to notice it.
Inside, I’m doing some impressive somersaults worthy of an Olympic gold medal at the news. Now, I just need the Feds to hurry up and request our help, so this ridiculous plan of Isabelle’s to prove she should be part of Liam’s team will come to an end.
And I’ll no longer have to worry about her safety.
“So how about you get me up to speed on what’s going on here,” Landon says, “and then I can leave you two to your fun and games.”
Isabelle groans—and not in the way she was doing earlier, while she was riding me.
