"That was a little quicker than I usually like," he said sheepishly.
"I didn't even notice," I replied as I kissed the side of his face and enjoyed the warmth of his body pressed against mine.
He climbed up onto the couch and pulled me on top of him, wrapping his arms around me as he held me tightly against his bare chest.
"Are you okay?" he said as he twisted a strand of my hair around his finger.
"Mmm-hmm," I nodded as I rubbed my cheek against his chest and inhaled his musky scent. "I'm more than okay. Are you okay?"
"Oh yes," he said softly. "I'm definitely more than okay."
"We're still locked in this office, you know," I said bringing us back to reality.
"I know, I'm not sure what to
do about that, but I'm sure we will figure a way to get ourselves out," he said caressing my back. "Or we'll wait until they find us. Either way, I'm okay with us being trapped here together."
I didn't quite know how to respond since my brain was swirling with all of the disastrous possibilities that could occur now that I'd officially had sex with my boss. Would I lose my job? What would happen to Riley? What would happen to me? The anxiety set in, and I could feel it building inside me.
"Leah?" Jack said. "What are you thinking?"
"Do you think we could pick the lock?" I said, pushing myself up as I looked around the room for an implement that might work.
"Oh, okay, sure," he said. I could feel his confusion at my sudden shift, but I was intently focused on trying to get us released from our prison before anyone discovered what we had done. "Let's get dressed and see what we can find."
I was up off the couch like a shot and back in my clothes in minutes. I dug through the new desk drawers and was surprised to find that they were already full of office supplies. I chose a few that I thought might work and handed them to Jack.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" he asked in a slightly irritated tone as he finished buttoning his shirt.
"Pick the lock," I said.
"Do I look like MacGyver?" he asked with a wry grin.
"Okay, good point," I said looking at the door and realizing that the hinges were on the inside. "Let's take the hinges off!"
"Now, that I can do," he nodded as he took the letter opener from me and began loosening the screws that held the hinges together. In short order, he'd taken out the hinges and we'd pulled the door away from the frame.
"Nice work, MacGyver!" I laughed as I headed for my office to grab my things. "We need to get home, or your mother and Riley will be calling the cops on us."
"God forbid they do that," he muttered as he nodded and headed for the stairs. "I'll meet you at the car in a few minutes."
Once he'd left the office, I took a deep breath and flopped down into my desk chair, wondering what in the world was going to happen next.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Jack
When we finally made our way to the car where Jimmy was waiting, I pulled him to the side and asked why he hadn't come looking for us.
"Hey, I'm not an FBI agent, kid. I'm just a driver," he shrugged before he slid into the front seat and turned the key. Jimmy's nonchalance made me wonder about my father's activities, but I decided it was better not to question things.
"Honey, you're home late," my mother said as we entered the house. "There are some plates for the two of you out in the kitchen. Do you want me to have someone warm them up?"
"No, I think we can handle it ourselves," I said as my mother gave me a questioning look, which I pretended not to see. I led Leah back to the kitchen and stuck the plates in the microwave, leaning against the counter as we waited for them to finish warming up.
"Well," Leah said uncomfortably.
"Well, indeed," I replied. I had no idea why she'd put such an abrupt end to our encounter, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know. I'd never had a woman pull away from me like that. Normally they were aiming to get closer, which was something that often resulted in my doing to them what Leah was doing to me now. As I made the connection, I felt a brief wave of shame roll over me. She didn't want to be close to me, and she was distancing herself so that I wouldn't get the wrong idea.