Page 28 of Entwined with My Best Friend's Brother

"Nothing. The guards haven't shown any activity. It's too weird. It's like they are prepared for this. Do you think maybe they know our next steps?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know they have people everywhere, right? Our firm might not be an exception to that."

That is possible, but I hold off on the doubts until I can confirm them, "What about the hunt for the suspicious van?"

"We found it in the compound, almost about to be compounded."

"Did you find anything?"

"Tried. But it was immaculate inside and outside, boss."

Contemplating, I suggest, "How about checking any surveillance or security cameras that may have tracked the van's journey from kindergarten to its destination."

"I'll get on that right away."

"Alright. Keep me updated."

Turning off the cell, I massage my throbbing forehead. I haven't slept properly for a while. Now I am suffering from the after-effects. I have been so focused that I almost freak out when a pale hand presents a cup of tea, "I thought you would like a cup, so I prepared one."

Realizing it is Jen, I turn to thank her, completely unprepared to catch her in black satin pajamas. The satin bottoms barely cover her pale smooth thighs, while her flimsy tank top shows off her pale soft shoulders and the sexy outline of her hourglass figure.

"Ryan?" Her soft whisper of my name heats my lower body. This is not the time to think about the fabric riding up her thighs as she walks.

Suddenly I feel her hand on my forehead, "Are you okay? Maybe you have been working too hard. I'm sorry."

Her tired eyes express such guilt, her hair hanging languidly down her shoulders and helping her hide her expression. I rarely saw her with her hair down.

Extending a hand, I brush aside a strand hiding her beautiful eyes, "What are you sorry about? You didn't do anything wrong."

She seems a little nervous as she sits beside me, and I can't help but point out, "You let your hair down."

She glances at me, raising a hand to tie it back, "Yeah. I was waiting for it to dry."

I catch her hand, "Don't. You look sexy with your hair down."

I don't know where that came from, but it is true. Her long hair accentuates her sex appeal.

She throws a glare at me, but I notice her red cheeks. She is flustered.

I note her sandalwood scent as I enjoy my tea, "How come you're still awake?"

She seems down, "I couldn't sleep."

Well, of course. How would she be able to sleep? She had just seen her colleague's hanging dead body with his bloodshot bulging eyes, and her son had been kidnapped, probably by the same culprit who murdered her colleague. Any average person wouldn't be able to sleep.

Finishing my tea, I close my laptop and extend a hand to her.

She seemed confused, so I explained, "Let's see a movie together. I will stay with you until you can fall asleep."

She hesitates, "But don't you have to work."

"Don't worry. I went through the reports I was supposed to. Now I'm just waiting for a couple of updates."

She finally places her hand in mine, so I guide her to a theatre room. I've stayed in this room countless times, so I know that the theatre room has everything – popcorn, drinks, blankets, pillows, condoms, everything one could need.

I ask, "Popcorn?"

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