What Happens In Germany Stays In Germany

Jessica’s POV

It had been two weeks since Nita and I had started our jobs. Two weeks since we found out that Peter and Luke had practically followed us here. Two weeks since Tom and I had almost…you know.

He and I had grown closer over the past couple weeks, if that’s even possible, but an ‘opportunity’ to be together never really presented itself. It didn’t seem to bother him which was a plus for me.

We had however had some pretty intense make out sessions. Let me elaborate.

Once I had bumped into him in the laundry room; yes even though this was a very nice complex we still had to do our own laundry. We had immediately moved to a corner and were attached at the lips. The only thing that stopped us from escalating was the old woman from the fifth floor that just had to make sure her red muumuu was cleaned for bingo that night.

There were plenty other occasions like this where we were always interrupted but it never stopped us from starting up again somewhere else later on.

He had also continued to drive me to work in the morning; he said there was no way his girlfriend —he had finally asked me the night we were alone in his room— was taking a taxi or bus when he could take me for free. I never complained.

I was currently sitting in a meeting with my team, waiting for those last ten minutes to hurry up and pass so I could run out to greet Tom.

“Jessica, do you think you could do that with the main character’s picture?” Christian asked.

“Yea, of course. Just make a list of each picture and their details for me, so it’s easier to remember.”

“Anything to make it easier.” he winked at me.

Ever since I started working with him he’d gotten a little friendlier with each meet. A little to friendly at times. I just ignored his gesture and the odd stare Marie gave me from across the table.

“Alright people, let’s call this a day.” Ron said. “I’m taking the wife out for our anniversary.”

We all smiled to show it was a good idea and then gathered our things to leave. But before I could make it out the door…

“Jessica? One second?”

I turned to face Christian and had to refrain from rolling my eyes.

“Sure.”

“I’m wondering, is there a day we can maybe get together? Go over these details a little better. Maybe over dinner?” he smiled a suave smile that could’ve made any woman swoon. Except I wasn’t any woman.

“Uh, I don’t know…”

“Maybe Saturday night?” he persisted, taking a step closer to me.

“I - I’m actually busy then. But I can, uh, make a point to come in early someday this week. Before our next meeting even.”

Anywhere more public was perfect; I was not about to be alone with this guy. He was starting to cross boundaries.

“Mr. Vogel? Line two, your wife.” Olivia stuck her head in the door to deliver his message, thank God.

“Thanks, Olivia.” he shot her a fake smile before she left.

“Well I guess I’ll see you next meeting. Bye Christian.” I turned before giving him the chance to stop me again.

I made my way as quickly as possible down stairs to Tom.

Tom’s POV

I sat listening to the radio, tapping my fingers against the steering wheel as I waited for Jess. I couldn’t wait to see her, but it was always that way these days.

I turned and saw her walking out of the building toward my car, a slight flustered look on her face.

She got in and closed the door before turning toward me.

“Hi, babe.” I smiled and leaned in to kiss her.

After she pulled away she leaned in further to rest her forehead at the crook of my neck and sighed heavily.

“What’s wrong? Long day?” I asked.

“Not really. My partner, Christian, is just a total creep. He totally just came onto me in there.” she leaned back to look at me and she looked rather disgusted.

I know I should have been peeved but I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Can you blame him, babe?”

“Yes.”

“Well I can’t.” I smirked and leaned in, pressing my lips against hers. I watched her eyes flutter shut before I did the same. She sighed contently into my mouth and I smiled.

“Let’s take this back to my place before I get a ticket for an indecent display of affection in public.”

She burst into laughter as she sat back in her seat and we made our way home.

“I wasn’t kissing!” I told her and she chuckled.

“I know.”