She's on her knees, placing the blueprints in her purse.

Is it weird that I think she looks gorgeous in the morning light, wearing my sweat?

Is it wrong that I want her just as much as ever, even in the midst of betrayal?

"What are you doing Jenna?" I ask her pointedly.

She stands to greet me and tries to play off the deception like it never happened.

"Oh, hi baby. I was just getting some lip gloss from my purse. You woke up early."

So it's gonna be like this. She won't admit that she’s flat out stealing my plans from the drawer in my desk. What does she take me for? A fool?

I planted the blueprints there on purpose, in order to catch her betrayal if it occurs. Does she really think I'd hide them in plain sight, with the desk drawer unlocked?

I guess she does, and I guess she's really working for the FBI. None of what's happened between us has any merit, none of it was true or came from a place of honesty. It was all part of an elaborate scheme to get to this point in time.

She's a liar.

I feel a sense of disappointment that's new to me. Usually, I don't care enough about a woman to be disappointed. I really thought more of Jenna. I thought she was different; thought she’s the real deal.

I know she might be on the cusp of the wrong side. I know she may sway to the authorities and I'd lose her forever.

But now I see she’s in it all along. She's set to ruin me from the beginning.

It's why she got close to me. Her attraction has been nothing more than a facade.

She's been faking it all along, and the reality hits me like a ton of bricks.

I never fall for anyone; I just couldn’t find someone to trust. And now, as soon as I put my heart out there and actually begin to trust, I get nailed.

It's like my instincts are off. I can normally read people so easily, but I guess I read Jenna all wrong.

The feeling of defeat is staggering.

She's got the lip gloss in her hand and she comes up to give me a kiss.

The problem is the sight of her, caught in such an obvious lie. For some reason, it doesn't disgust me or put me off. I still think she's radiant, and I'm still as attracted to her as ever.

And therein lies the problem.

"Have you had breakfast?" I ask.

"Oh no, I just grabbed some coffee. You have quite the espresso maker."

"Come with me," I grab her hand and lead her into the kitchen. "I make the best omelette."

She seems a little shaken, a little thrown off her game, and she should be. It took balls to do what she did, sneaking around my office when I wasn't aware. And then she so narrowly got caught.

I, of course, was expecting it. I heard her slip out of bed. While I was hoping that my information on her was wrong, she certainly proved otherwise.

In the kitchen, I play some music. The sun is shining through the windows and it feels like it should be a good day.

"Do you cook?" I ask her casually.

She laughs.

"Nothing edible. I'm not a very good cook. I know every restaurant in town for a reason. Plus, I have a private chef that comes in on occasion."

"You do? You live a ritzier life than I do."

"A girl's gotta eat."

I oil the pan and begin my creation. Cooking, to me, is like an art form. I find value in cooking for people I love. Not that I'm saying I love Jenna. Not by any means.

My mind is occupied as I make her breakfast. I thought last night meant something to her. I thought we were on the same page. But what I'm coming to find out is that every moment she spends with me is an act, for an ulterior motive.

And yet it can't be. I know we have a connection. I know she feels it too. You can't fake that, can you?

Either she's the best goddamn liar in town or I've got it all wrong.

"Okay, well, now you can sample some homemade food, a luxury in your world."

I plate her the omelette in town, complete with greens, imported cheese and all my favorite ingredients.

Internally, I curse myself for getting so worked over Jenna. I'm a playboy after all. I don't get consumed and upset by women. I make them swoon, and I bed them, and that's it.

Why should Jenna be any different?

I look at her smiling over her breakfast, so appreciative and sweet about everything. How could I be wrong about this girl? It's not like she wears her heart on her sleeve, but is and always has been kind-hearted and respectful to everyone I know.

She has a flawless reputation unlike my own. She prides herself on having morals and I fucking respect that.

But then I envision myself walking in on her, crouched over her purse stuffing my blueprints away. I saw it with my own eyes, there’s no going back. I can't deny what I saw.

"Is it good?"

"So good. You could be a chef. Like, really."

She's happy and thankful and I'm torn apart. I have to just put her in the category with all other women and not become emotionally involved.

Even if I put her in that category, I don't know where to go from there. Should I break things off?

I curse myself for getting my heart involved. I'll know in the future not to go there. There's a reason I don't involve myself with women like this. It always ends up messy and complicated.

It’s unreal, and I can't even believe I've let my heart go so much. I'm normally so guarded and I'll have to be that way again.

I owe it to myself and to my long reputation of staying distant to continue to do so. I deserve the best, and if Jenna's a fraud, then she's not the best and I needn't have anything to do with her.

At the same time, I have to play this thing carefully. If I break it off now, while things are so good on the surface, she might get suspicious. It'll look like I know what she's up to.

If anything, I have to prevent her from getting those plans to the FBI. They must not obtain them.

In order for that to happen, I'll have to keep things as seamless as possible. I'll pretend back. If she thinks she has the monopoly on acting within a relationship, she's wrong. I'll beat her at her own game.

I vow to push my feelings out of it and to make this all about business from now on. It'll be hard to mask my hurt and to not ask her a thousand questions, but I have to do it if I have any chance of keeping a handle on this thing.

I plaster a fake smile across my face.

"I'm so glad you're enjoying your breakfast. Anytime you need real food, that's not delivered from a takeout menu, or by a private chef, just come on over."

I hope to convince her of my sincerity.

"Thanks, Braden. I'd really like that."

She seems earnest as ever, and again my heart aches knowing the truth. It's gonna be harder than ever to keep this charade in business mode, when all I want to do is to sleep with her and fuck her and make her mine.

This constant obsession with Jenna is gonna have to stop, but at least I can be with her for a few days longer. At least her body is not forbidden to me yet.

I haven't quite had my fill of Jenna yet. Will I ever?

Seeing her here, sitting on the marble island so close to me, wearing my clothes, her hair a tangled, freshly-fucked mess, makes my cock harden.

It might be hard to bury my feelings and to forget about Jenna meaning something to me. But it won't be hard to indulge in her body just a few times more.

I walk over to her and lovingly kiss her. She thinks I'm true and that my emotions are real. Well, how could she see past that when she's deceiving me so? This is exactly where she wants me, and she thinks she’s got me there.

She kisses me back and maybe to her she's still on top. Maybe she believes she's the one playing me. But that'll never happen. I'll always be on top. I'll always dominate her, even in this.

"I'm so glad you stayed over baby," I say to her.

She looks at me with those emerald green eyes.

"Me too. I'm so happy, and last night was...intense."

"I know. I wish we could repeat it, but I have to go to work in about an hour."

She stares at me with lustful eyes like she's thinking of what it would be like to take to my sheets again.

I give her one, long passionate kiss and then I pull away.

Game on.