Sleeping With the Enemy

Chapter Thirteen

When I wake up the next morning, Brandon's arm is draped protectively over me. My still naked body is nestled into the crook of his and his deep woodsy cologne fills my lungs as I lay against the pillow. My body aches in the best of ways as visions of what we did last night start to replay in my mind.

It almost doesn't feel real. Like this is all some cruel dream.

It isn't, though, and that makes it all the sweeter.

Last night was amazing, and waking up in his bed today is almost just as good. This was everything I ever wanted at one point in my life, to spend romantic evenings together, go home to make passionate love, and then wake up still naked in our bed as Brandon makes breakfast down the hall. It really is a dream come true. The only problem is that he'll hate me when he finds out why I'm really here.

Nothing about last night was because of Herrera, or what I'm here to do, but the longer I let this go on, the harder it will be to convince Brandon of that once he finds out. Last night was enough to make me question all of this. If I tell Brandon the truth, maybe he can help me. Maybe he can figure out some around all of this. But is that even possible? I broke the law and Adam broke the law, and technically, we should both be headed to prison. Brandon has a substantial amount of reach but I don't know if he can get us out of this one.

But honestly, after the night we shared, it doesn't matter. I can't keep doing this. I can't lie to him. No grudge of mine is worth putting him or the Avenettis through this. As angry as I was at what happened to my parents, if I go through with this, I'm not any better. I can't betray them in this way, and I'll just have to deal with whatever consequences come from it—from Brandon or law.

I have to tell him the truth.

Maybe some breakfast or at least coffee will soften the blow. Wiggling out from underneath him, I try to get up, but he catches my wrist.

"Where do you think you are going?" His voice is hoarse with sleep.

"I was going to get you some coffee and breakfast." I grin, leaning down and brushing a kiss across his cheek. "Not running away, I promise."

"Good," he tugs at my arm, pulling me back into the mess of sheets. "Breakfast can wait. I've got plenty to eat right here."

"Brandon, stop!" I tease, batting at his shoulder. I'm no match for his strength as he snakes his arm around my waist.

"Mmm." In one swift motion, he flips us both around so I'm flat against the bed and he hovers above me. My core throbs just at the sight of his cloaked stomach and strong, broad shoulders. "You seem to have forgotten that I'm the one who is in charge around here. You get up when I say you can get up, and after the performance you put on last night, there's no chance of that happening any time soon."

I let out a heavy sigh. As good as that sounds, my mind is too hung up on logistics to let go. "What exactly are we doing here?"

Brandon smirks, running his hands along my ribs. "We're about to have sex? This seems like a trick question."