Spying Under the Mistletoe (Love Undercover #2) - Stina Lindenblatt Page 0,35
superpower, what would it be?”
“The ability to fly like Superman would be handy. The ability to ward off flying bullets would also be useful.” Especially in my line of work. Bulletproof vests can only take you so far. “What about you?”
“I’m not sure if it’s considered a superpower, but Wonder Woman’s lasso would be great. I could use it to make sure people are telling me the truth. It would save me a lot of heartache.”
I inwardly cringe since I’m not exactly innocent when it comes to telling lies. But I’m doing it for her benefit, not mine, as well as everyone else who is at risk because of her family’s criminal lifestyle.
I remove the two suitcases from the trunk and bring them inside. I then return for the three boxes she also packed, containing her computer and some art supplies, and everything else she’ll need for the next month or so.
“So, where am I sleeping?” she asks once I’ve piled everything on the foyer floor.
Good question. I hadn’t exactly thought that one through—and neither had any of the team. “You can sleep in my room. I’ll take the couch.”
“Isn’t this a two-bedroom town house?” she asks, eyeing the couch.
“The other room is my home office. It doesn’t have a bed.”
She looks me over and studies the couch. “Have you ever tried sleeping on that?” She points at it.
“Not really.” Okay, I did attempt to sleep on it once. It’s not exactly designed for someone my height.
“It’s doesn’t by any chance have a foldaway bed, does it?”
“Nope. What you see is what you get.” Or rather, what I get.
“How about you take your bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s the least I can do since you’re putting your life at risk for me.”
“It’s all part of the job.”
I don’t give her a chance to argue. I pick up her two suitcases and carry them upstairs to what is now her bedroom.
13
Chloe
The next morning, I round up my clothes and head to the bathroom. The door’s shut, but when I try the knob, it isn’t locked.
I push the door open…in time to see Landon standing on the bath mat.
Naked.
Beads of water glistening on his tanned skin.
Oh, my.
The polite thing to do would be to turn around or close my eyes—except I can’t get my body to do either of those things.
I stare at him. In shock.
The man looks good with clothes on. But—holy shish-kabobs—out of clothes is a whole different story.
I figured he was lean and muscular, but I never realized how cut he is. He’s like a piece of art.
And that includes his rather endowed nether region.
My face heats to a temperature hotter than hell, yet I’m still unable to get my legs or eyes to cooperate with my brain. “I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were in here.”
Landon reaches for his towel, seemly unbothered by my staring. His cock stirs to life under my gaze. “That’s my fault. I should’ve mentioned the lock is broken.” He wraps the towel around his hips. “I haven’t had a chance to fix it. I’ll get on that tonight.”
The Mayday, mayday, mayday message my brain is sending finally makes its way to my legs.
I swivel around and bolt, fully prepared to hide out in his bedroom for the rest of my life.
Possibly for all eternity.
A few minutes later, Landon calls out, “Bathroom’s all yours. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”
I cautiously peer around the bedroom door and catch his clothed backside retreating down the steps. Then I scurry into the bathroom and have my shower. The entire time I’m in the bathtub, water sluicing off my body, I try not to dwell on how only a short time ago, the water was caressing his soapy body.
Lucky water.
No, no, no—mind out of the gutter, please. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a naked male body, but that doesn’t mean I should lust over him like a horny college-aged girl.
My mind might be on board with that plan, but my body has other ideas. Every inch of it tingles with need.
I chew on my lower lip for a fraction of a second and reach for the body wash. I pour a small amount on my fingers and touch my now-aching core.
My near-quiet moan a minute later is swallowed by the noise of the water raining against the bathtub.…
By the time I step downstairs, dressed for my day with kindergarteners, the heady aroma of coffee fills the air.