"Okay," Jasper said, glancing toward the glass wall of the office like a spy on a mission. "We've got about… ten minutes before Caesar starts wondering why you're not downstairs."
I grabbed my bag, quickly shoving my phone inside.
"I look like I'm going to a board meeting, not a birthday party," I muttered, tugging at my very not-party blouse.
Jasper looked me up and down, then shrugged. "You look like a hot corporate model. It'll do."
"Gee, thanks," I said flatly, following him toward the elevator.
We got off two floors down and then walked towards the back hallway. We passed two desks, a distracted intern, and took a hard left toward the service exit Jasper had apparently mapped out in his head like we were in some kind of heist film.
"Is this even allowed?" I whispered.
"No," Jasper said cheerfully. "But neither is banging your stepbrother, and look how deep we are in that mess."
I elbowed him. "Not the time."
