Page 61 of Fake It For Glory

He popped his head up and looked into my eyes. I was immediately embarrassed for speaking so boldly. “Sorry,” I murmured.

He smiled, tracing his fingertip down my nose. “Don’t be sorry. It was hot.”

I smiled back at him, snuggling up against him. “You’re so sweet.”

He kissed my forehead. “Time for a nap. I’m exhausted.” He yawned and pulled my body against his.

“A nap?”

“Sleep,” he said. “I’m going to pass out. I’ll try and wake up early enough to sneak back to my room.”

“Why?”

He didn’t answer for a few seconds. “Hell, I don’t know. I don’t have to sneak anywhere. Go to sleep, Merida. We have a busy few days.”

I smiled and let myself enjoy the moment. I was lying naked next to what was easily the sexiest man alive.

I snuggled against him, feeling my eyelids grow heavy. He was right. We had a busy week to get through, and I’d need my rest if I wanted to keep up with him.

I could feel his steady breathing against my face. His arm was draped over me. Once again, just like last time, I felt guilt creep in. I shouldn’t be sleeping with the man I was investigating. If he found out, he was going to be horrified and pissed. He was going to think I only slept with him to get close. I needed to decide whether I wanted the man or the prestige my article would bring. One was a guarantee I would have what was likely the best piece written about him. But it guaranteed he would never want to talk to me again.