Chapter 17

• Brandi
• “Did you sleep well?” I ask a mischievous growing on my lips. He frowns, ignoring my attempts at flirting, stepping back, so our bodies don’t touch. I chuckle, bypass him, and head towards the kitchen; he’ll give in whenever I want him; no matter how hard he tries to deny it, he wants me. I walk into the kitchen chuckling to myself when a voice pulls me from my thoughts.
• “Hi, you must be the chef.” My eyes shot up to meet the eyes of a woman, smiling and sipping champagne. Who is this woman? I look at Mr.C, but he quickly averts his eyes.