MARISSA
"I'll sleep with you," said Brent.
Marissa looked at him, startled. "You will?"
"Sorta." He grinned, offering her a conspiratorial wink. "I guarantee that the last thing Dane wants is for me to make love to you. If he thinks we're going to have sex, it'll drive him crazy. He won't let it happen."
"What if he does?" she asked, worried. "I think you might overestimate his feelings for me."
Brent laughed. "Oh, I'm not, believe me. He'd rather kill me than let me touch you."
"Really?"
"Really."
Marissa tapped her fork against her plate, thinking through Brent's suggestion. While she liked the idea of confirming how Dane felt about her, she had doubts about Brent's methods. "It sounds deceitful."
"That's because it is," admitted Brent. "But don't worry. It's for his own good. And it's the price he gets to pay for being such a stubborn asshole."
"I don't lie well." Her fingers drummed the table. "I get twitchy when I fib."
