Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 751

Jackson's face clouded over. He leaned back, subtly putting some space between them.

She caught every detail, noticing right away-he was pulling back, even if just for a second. She knew he'd always been a bit of a neat freak, especially back when he was dating his ex. That girl had been the picture of sweet and innocent.

Kaitlyn pressed her foot on the gas, rolling through a couple of stores and picking up groceries, stalling for nearly an hour.

Jackson finally lost patience. "Do you realize how valuable my time is?"

She figured by now everything should be set, so she headed straight for her own place.

Alan had set up a house for her, but she hardly ever went there-it was way too big. Maybe one day, if she got a pet or something. Instead, she'd bought herself a big flat near her studio-about three thousand square feet, and it was just her most nights.

Jackson glanced up at the building, one eyebrow raised. "This place is barely ten minutes from your studio. Did you just take me on a joyride?"

She shrugged as she parked. "My husband asked me to pick up some things. Jackson doesn't come home much, but that's married life, right?”

Jackson shifted, looking vaguely unsettled. "Your husband's actually home?"

She strode ahead like it was nothing, pressing the elevator button. "Yep. If you're too chicken to come up, I'll go down and get the marriage certificate for you."

Jackson didn't scare easily-maybe not at all.

stepped into the elevator, lips curling into a cold smile. "You're the one sneaking

apartment took up the whole landing. She slipped off her shoes at the door. Just then, it opened from the inside, and a man in his thirties stood

Jackson, confused. "And

as ever. "He's an investor in a couple movies we're working on. He was

unfazed. "Come in,

calm he was no

eyebrow raised. "Jackson, you coming in or

felt a weird twinge of guilt. Standing here like some cliché cheater, about to meet

breath. He didn't have Kaitlyn's nerves of steel,

woman... honestly. He had no idea what

hit the elevator button, and

rubbed her temples. Behind her, the man still held the groceries, looking uncertain. "Miss Kaitlyn, should

over the contract soon. For the next six months, there'll be times I need you to act as my husband. No one can suspect a thing-especially the guy you just saw. That shouldn't be

the living room. "Alright, I'll

his old management deal and needed this job.

relationships with key directo

were

rookie actors under her wing