Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 843

She didn’t bother saying anything else—she just ordered a few more desserts and, when the delivery arrived, handed everything over to Clara.

“Take these back to Mr. Dylan. This bakery doesn’t even sell to the public—I’m friends with the owner. She only agreed to send them because she knows my address. She bakes for fun, that’s it.”

Clara’s eyes lit up as she took in the pretty, perfectly packaged sweets. “Thank you.”

She grabbed the treats, headed for her car, then paused and turned back. “If you hear anything about those two, let me know, okay?”

Kaitlyn just waved her off.

Once Clara was gone, Kaitlyn finally looked over her shoulder—someone had been quietly sitting there the whole time.

“Jackson, what’s got you in such a good mood today?”

Jackson stood, playing innocent. “Kaitlyn. What a coincidence.”

She almost rolled her eyes. Coincidence, right. This was her studio—he definitely hadn’t just wandered in by accident.

Kaitlyn stood up and made straight for her private office. Jackson followed close behind.

Her face went cold. She tried to shut the door, but he slid his hand in to block it, like he was daring her to hurt him.

She let it go and glanced around at her team.

Everyone suddenly looked very focused on their screens, pretending not to notice a thing.

She took a step back, not even trying to hide her impatience. “Whatever you need to say, say it here.”

It had been almost a month since she’d dragged him to meet the husband she’d conveniently lined up. She’d honestly thought that would be the end of it, but here he was, showing up at her work like he had unfinished business.

Jackson looked around. Her employees were all pretending to work, but everyone was obviously listening in.

He grinned. “You sure you want to talk here? What if someone overhears? Won’t your darling husband get upset?”

So, it really was about the two of them.

“I’m buying out whatever was between us. Even Manhattan’s top gigolo doesn’t get paid that much. I think I’m being generous, Jackson.”

No guy would take that kind of humiliation lying down.

Jackson leaned in, his face close to hers.

Honestly, that mouth of hers was always asking for trouble.

He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her—hard.

Kaitlyn was caught off guard. She tried to pull away, but she was trapped. She bit down on his lip, sharp and hard.

Jackson’s hand went to her throat—not squeezing, just holding her in place. He pinned her legs with his knee, deepening the kiss.

Her cheeks burned. She raised her hand to slap him, but he pulled back at the last second. Her lips were even redder now, thanks to him.

She glared at him, breathless. “You’re unbelievable.”