Prologue
There's that beautiful face. I sigh resting my head on my hand that's propped up by my elbow. Why can't love be simple? Why does it have to come with so many strings attached?
I could hear him talking to Chad in the kitchen, it just sounded like a bunch of nothing to me. But this was the reason I was here. I should be gathering this information so I can report back. But yet, I was sitting here mentally stripping this man in front of me. "Why me?" I whisper to myself, glancing around to make sure no one of any kind was around to hear.
Once I heard footsteps I sat up straight in my chair, and watched him walk into the dining area. He looked at me with the look of hunger in his ocean blue eyes. I gulped, hoping that my heart pounding in my chest wasn't too heard by him.
"Hi" he says looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Well hello to you as well handsome" I say with some courage in my voice. I try not to smile but every time he walked by me I felt this heat rise from my stomach up into my cheeks which began to blush and this big bright smile would appear.
He walks over to me, and gently lifts my hand to his lips and lightly brushes his lips across it.
"May I lead my lady to her bedroom?" He asks in a soft voice, his lips are so close to mine I can feel his hot breath on my lips that if I even breathed to hard my lips would be on his.
No words left my mouth; I just slowly nodded my head at him. He smiles, and laces are fingers together and leads me down the hall to the stairs. Once we reached the stairs I had to mentally prepare myself to make an effort, my knees were weak from his lips being so close to mine. I glanced over at him, and he was already walking up the stairs dragging me behind him.
Once we hit the top, he led the way; thank goodness I wouldn't have been able to find my own bedroom with a map with this man behind me.
He looks nice from back h... No. You can't have these thoughts. In the end, you're going to be the one that ends up hurt. Wait, hurt? Wait until he finds out. Shut up already.
Okay, we're standing in my bedroom already. Get your head together.
I look up at him, as I sit on the edge of my bed. "Are you going to stay in here tonight?" I ask with a barley visible voice, I don't even know if I asked that out loud.
"No, I have an early morning appointment." He gets down on one of his knees and brushes a piece of hair out of my face and pushes it behind my ear. Well that answers that question.
I sigh leaning my face into his hand. In a simple love story I would love for him to stay with me and hold me tightly but I know it would be for the best if he left. He leans forward and kisses my forehead, I smile closing my eyes.
"Goodnight Bridgette." He smiles looking at me before closing the door as he walks out.
"Night. Sweet dreams." I watched him close the door as he left, and I let out the breath that I didn't even know that I was holding in.
I fall back onto the bed looking up at the ceiling, I close my eyes hoping that this is just one big dream that I have seen his face on TV somewhere and that this is just a recurring dream. I groan once I open my eyes and look around the bedroom. "This is so fucked up."
I stood up and walked into my connected bathroom, and place my hands on the edge of the counter looking into the mirror. "You have to do this", I turn on the water faucet and splash my face with cold water and changed into my shorts and t-shirt then completing the look by putting my hair up into a high ponytail.
Walking back into the bedroom I turn off the lights in the bathroom, and crawl under the covers of the bed that I have been sleeping in for 3 months now. Sighing, I turn onto my side and look out the bedroom window glancing over the moon and stars before closing my eyes.
This is my life at the moment. I am Bridgette Matthews. But in my everyday life, I am Gabriella Montez; FBI agent who is living in the room next door to one of the top drug lords known none other than Mr. Troy Bolton. And yes, I am starting to fall for this guy. What is an undercover agent to do?
