Chapter ThirteenBrielle
How in the f**k did I think this was a good idea? Never agree to s*x with a good-looking, intelligent man with no hope of it leading to something.
It turns out I can’t do it.
I can’t separate s*x from emotion. All day at work, my body is going through the motions, showing overpriced townhomes to eager couples, demonstrating the features like walk-in closets and electric cooktops while my mind runs rampant with thoughts of him.
Hale. His firm hands at my hips, his warm mouth on mine, the dark, hungry look in his eyes when he watches me. In his presence I feel alive and wanted, and it’s becoming addictive. I don’t know how I’m going to give him up in a few weeks. These are the terms I agreed to, so why do I feel like I’m being split in two?
My ringing cell captur
