Page 62 of Bad Situation

I ignore her, rolling so she lands on her back and I land on her. I lean down to kiss her quick, adding, “I need to add your closet to that list. More than impressive.”

She spreads her legs to make room for me. “Don’t give me shit about my closet.”

“Jen. You need to quit talking.”

She cranes her head around to look at the clock on her bedside table. “Holy shit. It’s almost ten. I can’t remember the last time I slept this long. I missed the breakfast with the Carpinos.”

“Good.” I put my lips to her collarbone and move down her body. “There was no way you were leaving here for anything. I might not let you out of this bed at all.”

She dips her hands in my hair and I do what I can’t wait to do again. I pull her nipple into my mouth and suck. When she moans, I add my teeth to the mix and she starts to fidget below me. The only things between us are my boxers and her lace.

“Eli.” She moans my name and I’ve almost worked my way down to her hip when a ringing breaks into the moment. “Oh, no.”

I hook my fingers into the slip of material and say against her skin, “Ignore it.”

Her fingers tense in my hair, stopping me from stripping her naked. “I can’t. My staff knows not to call me on a Sunday unless it’s important. It’s my day and they know it. I need to get that.”

I sigh. She twists underneath me and reaches for the small purse she threw on the table last night as she stumbled through the room. I roll off and she grabs the bag, barely getting to it in time.

Her hair flips over her shoulder as she looks at me when she answers. “Patrick. What’s up?”

She pulls the blanket up to cover her bare chest as she listens. When I see her eyes suddenly change, she turns into Jensen Montgomery, CFO of an almost billion-dollar company.

She speaks into the phone and her eyes shoot to mine. “Really? He found this last night? Who is it?”

I lean up on an elbow and slide my hand under the covers to squeeze her thigh.

“Yes.” She goes on and her eyes fall shut as she exhales. “I’ll be there. Thirty minutes. I can’t wait to hear. Thank you.”

She tosses the phone to the bed and I give her leg a squeeze. “Good news?”

Her face relaxes and she fists the covers at her chest. A look passes over her I’ve never seen—relief. “Patrick didn’t go into detail but he’s had a private investigator working on things from inside MI.”

I don’t know whether to be surprised, impressed, or pissed she didn’t tell me. I sit up next to her and demand, “They have a lead?”

“Yes, but he didn’t want to say over this line. He said he’d rather tell me in person where he knew it would be safe. He’s worried my phones are still being tapped.”

“You’re meeting him soon?”

She leans in to kiss me fast. “Thirty minutes. Which means, I’ve gotta grab a shower and go. I’m sorry, but you’re welcome to stay.”

When she turns to move, I grab her hand. “Your lawyer knows you’re being framed, I know you’re being framed, and there’s other shit going on at my work. I know I was gone all week, but I intend to dig into that stuff tomorrow. Let me take you to your meeting. Tell your people how I’ve helped you behind the scenes. It’ll be fine but I want to be at that meeting. I want to know who to go after for trying to come at you.”

She winces. “I think it’s too soon.”

“What?” I ask and pull her to me. “Someone going to fire you for withholding this shit from them?”

She frowns. “No.”

“Right. Then it’s decided—I’m taking you.”

“Eli—”

I shake my head and press my thumb over her lips. “Jen. Your attorney might be pissed initially, but he works for you. It’ll be fine. And I’m done skirtin’ around in the dark.”

“Really?” She smiles. “You want to skirt around with me in the light?”

“Yes.”

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