HER POV

       My eyes flutter open and I am greeted with a handsome sleeping face. Brian lay in front of me, snoring lightly with a few strands of his brown hair falling over his closed eyes. I let my fingers push them back gently. Guilt consumes me as stare at him.

Just one night, I remind myself.

I let out a deep sigh before sitting up. My clothes are once again scattered all over the room. As I get ready to stand up, I feel a grip on my wrist.

"You were going to leave without saying goodbye again?" I look back to find Brian looking up at me with a hurt expression.

"I was just going to find the bathroom," I quickly come up with a lie. Brian raises an eyebrow, not fully believing me.

"Oh, really?" He sasses. "Don't you want to continue our passion from last night?"

Yes.

"I have to get to work," I argue, not letting my hormones take control this time. Disappointment washes over Brian's face.

       "You should at least have breakfast," he suggests before his lips curl up into a teasing smile. "You need to recover your strength, especially after last night."

       My cheeks turn red from the reminder. "I am not hungry," I say as a matter-of-fact.

The low rumble of my stomach fills the room and I look up at Brian with embarrassment. He smirks triumphantly, knowing he was right.

"Come, let's get you something to eat," he slips out of bed and puts on some clothes. I grab the t-shirt he wore last night and slip on my lace panties before following him out the door.

       I let my eyes wonder around the apartment. It is not so big, but not too small either. The kitchen is adjacent to the dinning room and an arched-doorway leads to the living room. I notice there is almost a feminine touch to the decorations. The curtains are a pale-blue shade with small lilies on them. The couch, a soft beige color and spotless, adorned with four small pale-blue pillows.

       "You live alone?" I ask and Brian turns to me confused. I point my head in the direction of the curtains and couch. "It is clear a female decorated this place."

       Brian gives me an amused smile.

"Sexist much," he jokes. "But to answer your question, no. I have a roommate who happens to be a female, but that's all we are roommates."

I raise an eyebrow. "You don't have to clarify anything," I retort, but deep inside I am happy with his answer.

I watch as Brian prepares the food. He chops up some onions and tomatoes in a quick and slick motion, so effortlessly. He is skillful with his hands—something I found out last night—but I am surprised to see what a great cook he is as well.

The savory scent of the bacon mixed in with the tasty smell of the omelette causes my mouth to water. I wrap my arms around my stomach hoping to drown out the hungry rumbles.

       "What is that which smells so delicious?" We turn to the chirpy voice as a slim, strawberry blonde woman walks into the kitchen. "Oh, you brought a guest."

Although she holds a warm smile, I can see a sour glint in her green eyes. It is evident she does not appreciate my presence, but is hiding it behind her upward curled lips.

Brian does not seem to notice her discontent and smiles widely. "El, this is Samantha. Sam, this is Eloise, my roommate."

"Hi," we exchange a formal handshake.

       "Help yourself to any food," Brian states as he prepares two plates filled with bacon and omelette. He sets them on a tray along with two glasses of orange juice. "Samantha and I will be in my room."

       "Thanks," Eloise eye twitches slightly as she forces another smile.

       Brian grabs my hand and leads us back toward his bedroom. I fall into the bed, the mattress molding onto my body.

       "I am guessing your career has something to do with cooking?" I muse as I plop a piece of bacon in my mouth. It's taste is delightful and savory and the texture is just the perfect balance of crispy and tender.

Brian reaches toward the night-stand next to me, his arm brushing against mine and causing my skin to tingle. He pulls his arm back holding a camera in his hand.

       "I am actually a photographer," he replies as he shows me the device. I look through the camera roll of previous photographs he's taken and I am amazed by the talent.

       "What can't you do?" I ask in disbelief at his many talents.

"Make you want to stay with me longer," he teases and I roll my eyes as a smile plays on my lips. "One more day, that is all I ask."

       I part my lips, preparing myself to decline his request, but for some reason I can't bring myself to say the two-letter word. Despite my mind attempting to reason with me, deep inside I want more time with him too. Maybe just for the sex? Maybe for something more?

       "Alright," I sigh.

HIS POV

       My lips break into a wide grin as she gives in. I really thought with last night I would be satisfied, but I am not. I want more and more, almost like an addiction. She is my drug and I don't think I will ever have enough of her.

       "This is good," she compliments once more and my smile widens.

       She is intoxicating, but like any drug she is dangerous. I witnessed her stealing and she lied to me on our first night. Despite how much I want her, this had to be our last time together. Just one more high and then I will quit her.

Author's Note
Hola my lovelies! Here is chapter 5 of Forbidden Temptations. So, they're not willing to let go of each other. What do you guys think will happen next? Let me know in the comments any predictions. If you enjoyed this chapter please make sure to vote and comment and share. Thank you so much for reading. Xoxo, Liz 💋💋💋