Page 63 of Logan

“Well, hopefully I can make it better. Ooh, still in uniform. It really must have been a tough day. It took you longer to get home than usual.”

I looked down at my clothes. It wasn’t actually a uniform, just a business casual suit that was tailored enough to lookprofessional, but comfortable enough for me to spend hours running around the city if I had to.

In a way, Clay wasn’t wrong in calling it a uniform. I only wore such clothes when I was working, and usually preferred to wear jeans and a leather jacket when I was off the clock.

“Yeah,” I sighed as I finally took a seat on my own couch. “A long day.”

Should I tell him about the case?

I didn’t want him to get involved, but he also deserved to know that the people who hurt him might never be brought to justice if we couldn’t dig up more evidence.

I looked at his face, smiling eagerly at me through the screen. There was no way I could tell him about the Bell ringer case when he looked so happy. There was a spark of mischief in his eyes, and I knew he was in particularly high spirits. It would be cruel to ruin that with bleak news.

All thoughts of the Bell ringer case were pushed to the back of my mind, as far away from Clay as I could keep them.

Clay tugged at the collar of the bathrobe he was wearing. “Maybe I can cheer you up. Make your day a little better.”

“My day’s already better just hearing your voice.”

“No, I mean…” He huffed and fidgeted with the collar of his bathrobe some more. “You’d think I’d be better at this, but I don’t actually know how to get things started.”

Based on his tone and expression, he was frustrated but not upset. Confused, I propped my phone up on some books on mycoffee table so I could face it more directly and give Clay my full attention.

“What are you talking about? Get what started?”

Clasping his restless hands in his lap, Clay looked off to the side for a moment and took a deep breath, like he was gathering his strength, before turning back to me.

“Okay. So… Doctor Coleman had an idea.”

“Your therapist?”

“Yeah. We’ve been working these last couple months on my hang ups around sex, and she had an idea to help me… ease into it.”

Not sure where this was going, I just nodded and waited for him to explain.

Instead of words, he answered me with actions. He first set up the phone on the bookshelf across from his bed, then stepped back so that I was able to see all of him. The bathrobe covered him from wrist to ankle, which was odd since he usually wore his day clothes up until it was time to go to bed.

Unable to look directly at the screen, he toyed with the tie keeping the robe closed.

“Don’t laugh if it looks stupid.”

In one smooth motion, he removed his bathrobe. The cloth fell to the floor, and my jaw went with it.

Hidden under the robe was one of the sexiest sets of lingerie I’d ever seen. Not much of his skin was truly exposed, between the long velvet gloves that covered his arms, tall boots that reached to his mid-thigh, and the semi-transparent lace that showed offtantalizing peeks of his torso. Everything was in shades of red, making him look like a literal devil come to life.

“So?” Clay asked, tugging at the lace top to pull it down over his stomach as much as possible. “What do you think?”

My brain was still full of white noise, and my first several attempts at forming sentences came out as a stuttering mess.

“I— You— Clay— Fuck. You gotta warn a guy before hitting him with… all that.”

Clay giggled as my tongue repeatedly tripped over itself, but there was a nervous edge to the sound that didn’t sound entirely happy.

“So, you do like it?”

Finally getting myself back under control, I managed to piece my scattered brain back together and fully process what I was seeing.

“Of course I like it. But, Clay, what’s all this about? You said this was Doctor Coleman’s idea?”

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