Page 106 of Jaked

Had they known I was listening? I wanted to scream in frustration. If they were still discussing me, I refused to remain a silent bystander while they decided when or where I'd be going, and with whom.

I should march out there and confront both of them. There was just one teeny problem. I was standing buck-naked under a rumpled blanket that probably reeked of sin and sex. At the thought of the previous night, I felt my toes grow warm and my insides flutter.

Damn it, Luna. Focus.

I looked around the room. Desperately, I wished for some of my own clothes. Or hell, I'd even settle for some of Jake's, as long as they could pass for mine.

Yeah, right.

Compared to me, Jake was massive. And a guy. Any idiot would know the difference. And whatever else Bishop was, the guy wasn't stupid. Still, my gaze scanned the room, looking for Jake's closet. I didn't see one. But Ididsee the wide door to the master bath.

I recalled using it the night before. From what I remembered, it was huge and magnificent, just like Jake's… I bit my lip.Damn it. Not helpful.

From somewhere in the penthouse, I heard muffled male voices. Eager to catch them before things got worse, I hurried toward the bathroom, flung open the door, and peered inside. On the far wall, I spotted another door – a closet, it had to be. I hustled toward it and threw it open.

Jackpot.

The closet was larger than my last two bedrooms combined. In it, I saw an expanse of men's clothing, hung in rows around the perimeter. On shelves near the center, I spotted stacks of casual clothes folded in nice, neat piles. In the middle of the space was a low wooden bench with random clothes draped across it.

I dove for the nearest stack of T-shirts and rifled through it. I picked the smallest one available and yanked it on over my head. I reached to a lower shelf and found a pair of black workout shorts with a string-tie waist. Ignoring my lack of panties, I jumped into the shorts, tugged them up, and tied the waist as tight as it would go.

I was turning to leave the closet when something made me stop short. It was the sound of voices, quieter than before, but surprisingly clear. Where on Earth were they coming from?

And then it hit me. Jake's study was the next room over. Were they talking in there? More to the point, were they still talking aboutme? I couldn't help it. I was dying to know.

I wish I could say I tried to resist. But that would be a lie. Besides, I told myself, before I marched off to make a fool of myself, I should havesomeidea of what I was jumping into.

Right?