The Light in my Darkness

Chapter 15

Sunday night found you back at home and unable to sleep. You had assumed after the intimacy the two of you shared on Friday night that your relationship with Clint had moved to another level. A level where you were going to get laid. A level you needed, truth be told. You slept in Clint's bed Saturday night but the two of you did nothing more than cuddle. And while you spent most of the day with him, nothing was exchanged beyond heated kisses. You just might go crazy if he kept this up. It was evident you were going to have to take matters into your own hands. As you came up with a plan to do just that, you finally drifted to sleep.

It was mid-morning when you sent Clint a text. No class today. Can I bring you lunch?

You tapped the back of the phone with your finger while you waited for a response. Finally, the phone buzzed.

I think I'm stuck here for the duration so that would be great. Noonish?

See you then.

After sending a text to Scott asking him to pick you up, you hurried to finish getting ready. Everything needed to be perfect if you were going to have the nerve to even attempt to pull this off.

By the time your ride arrived, you were dressed in your very best business attire. The dark skirt stopped just above the knee. You'd paired it with a white blouse and the jacket that matched the skirt. Your heels bore the signature red sole that matched your lipstick perfectly. You'd even taken the time to do more with your hair than you normally did. You grabbed the lunch you'd made for the two of you and hurried down the stairs.

Scott waited beside the car and a smile lit his face when he saw you. His gaze ran over you and the grin widened. "Clint know you're wearing that?"

You glanced down as if you were unaware of how you were dressed before looking up with wide eyes. "No. Why?"

Scott chuckled. "No reason at all," he answered but his tone said he knew exactly what you were up to.

During the drive, you tapped your foot on the floor as if that would make the trip shorter. When you finally arrived outside Clint's office, you ran your hand over skirt and tugged on the bottom of your jacket to make sure everything was in place before stepping up to Wade's desk.

He glanced up with a tight smile and blinked several times. "Yes?"

You arched a brow. "Don't start that shit with me, Will Wadeson. You know who I am and you also know that I'm expected."

He narrowed his gaze. "Did you just—"

"Yes. I did."

Keeping his eyes on you, he reached over and picked up the phone. "Lunch date's here, Boss." He hung up and laced his fingers together on the desktop. "I like you."

"I'm honored."

"You should be. Boss'll see you now."

"Thanks." You grinned and let yourself in the office, shutting the door behind you.

"Hey," Clint said absently, his head still bowed over the papers on his desk. "I'll be with you in just a minute."

You tilted your head and took the opportunity to look him over. He'd taken off his jacket and draped it over the back of one of the other chairs. His shoulders were tight beneath the fabric of his shirt and he looked exhausted.

You put the bag with the food in it on the coffee table as you walked by. His attention stayed on his work even as you rounded his desk and came up behind him. Your hands immediately found tense muscles and began to rub the knots from them.

Clint groaned and dropped his head forward to rest in his hands.

"What's got you so tied up, handsome?