SUGAR AND SPICE

The plan was reckless.

It was dramatic and completely over the top. 

But enough that it might just get Nate out of our case and this house for good.

Yet, as I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate straps of my lingerie and smoothing the sheer fabric of my robe, I realized just how much I wanted to do this.

Shut Nate's doubts for good. Wipe the smirk off his dumb face.

For the past few days, Mark and I had played the game so well that even I had started to believe parts of it. But now, we were done with subtlety. We were going to sell it, completely.

My reflection stared back at me—flushed cheeks, tousled hair and slight colour to my lips to make them look juicier. I swallowed hard. Was this just about proving something to Nate anymore?

A flicker of heat coiled low in my stomach.