Page 155 of Unsuitable

My brain is sending out rapid bat signals, but my body’s totally ignoring them.

“God, I want you.” He breathes heavily. “Stay with me tonight. I missed you in my bed last night.”

His words make my heart skip a beat.

He missed me.

“But…I’m on my period, remember?” I surprise myself with my quickness to remember to lie. But then it’s not like I could say I had my period for a day, and it was done.

“Babe…I might want to fuck you right now—I always want to fuck you—but that’s not why I want you in my bed.” Kiss. “I want to sleep with you. Hold you. Wake up with you.”

Oh God.

I’m dying here. He’s being so goddamn sweet. It’s confusing me. He’s confusing me.

Why did you have to lie to me? I want to yell at him.

Of course I don’t say that.

He wants me to stay the night, and that means I’ll be here when he’s sleeping.

It was a rare chance that I got to be in Kas’s office without him here today. I don’t know when I’ll get that chance again.

But, if I’m here and he’s fast asleep…that would give a girl plenty of time to look around, for say, maybe a key that’d open a door hidden behind a bookcase.

God, when did I get so devious?

Probably around the time I found myself serving eighteen months for a crime I hadn’t committed.

Smiling up at him, I bite my lip. “Well, when you put it like that, how can a girl refuse?”

He smiles big, and it lights up his eyes. “So, you’ll stay the night?”

He looks so happy and boyish in this moment. I feel a stab of guilt.

Stop. I have nothing to feel guilty about. He did this. Not me.

If he’d been truthful with me from the start, then we wouldn’t be where we are right now. I wouldn’t be preparing to sneak around my man’s house in the dead of night, looking for a secret key to unlock a secret door.

Reaching up on my tiptoes, I press my lips to his, hiding my own deceit, and I whisper, “Yes.”

Thirty-Six

I glance at Kas sleeping beside me.

My heart is racing. My mouth is dry. My breaths are quick.

I’m really going to do this. I’m really going to climb out of his bed and sneak downstairs to find out what’s really behind that door.

My palms are sweating.

I press them to the bed, trying to dry them on the bedsheet.

Then, he moves, and I nearly shit my pants.

Turning in his sleep, he turns to his side, facing away from me.

Holy fuck!