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Chad reassured her that he believed her father would be fine... she felt a little bit better but not much. He placed his hand gently on her arm and rubbed softly and she found herself sinking I to that touch. Then he patted her knee and stood up. She had to remind herself that even though she had come to rely on him... to him she was nothing more than a job.

He placed their tray outside of the door and she sank back against one of the pillows. She watched as he walked back in and then couldn't stifle a yawn. She hadn't been able to sleep on nearly 24 hours and it wad catching up to her.

She turned nervous eyes to Chad. "You... you're not gonna go anywhere if I go to sleep are you?" she asked him. She didn't want to admit it but she was still worried those thugs from back at the warehouse would find them... and it frightened her terribly.
 
He watched her sink back into the pillow and stifle a yawn. "No, I am not going anywhere. I will be right here when you wake up. Will you be here whan I wake up?" He made a little joke to try to ease the stress of the fact that they were going to be sleeping in the same bed.

He took one of the pillows and turned it sideways in the bed. He then went to the closet and got the extra blanket and rolled it up and placed it long ways in the bed. "That should be an adequate barrier, don't you think?

He laid down in the bed and faced away from Skylar. He laid there and allowed the events of the day play in his mind. He was upset that he hadn't been able to choose his team. If he had, things would have gone much smoother.
 
He assured her he would be and asked if SHE would be. Skylar smiled meekly and nodded. "I trust you to keep me safe... I'm not going anywhere" she admitted softly. She watched as he turned a pillow sideways and rolled up a blanket and laid it in the center as well.

Skylar smiled up at him when he asked if it would be an adequate barrier. She blushes softly and nodded. He then lay down beside her facing the opposite direction.

Skylar sighed softly and rolled to her side as well. She was afraid she wouldn't be able to sleep with everything that had happened. But she immediately fell into a deep sleep. Shebhad some of the most erotic dreams ... all of then involving Chad.

She dreamed that she wad entwined in his strong arms... making love to him... and afterward they were laying in each other's arms in bed. It seemed so real. Too real. Slowly her dream lifted and she was aware of her surroundings... and also of the broad male chest under her cheek... the strong thighs intertwined with her own... and the raging desire flooding through her body.

Oh shit... she thought. What had she done?
 
He started to doze off... sleep finally getting the best of him. His sleep was sound... not a dream, that he could remember. He was awakened be something on his chest. When he opened his eyes he was on his back and Skylar's head was resting on his chest. She placed a leg over his and twisted it between his.

He was tempted to wake her and push her off, but he didn't want to upset her. He just laid there as still as possible. Skylar was practically laying on top of the barrier that he had put together and was sliding her leg along his. As much as he tried not to he started to become aroused. Even though she had his sweatpants on, she was still moving over his body.

He tried to think about what had happened that day in order to lessen his arousal, but it did no good. He tried to move away, but her leg was hooked between hers. He was certain that this was all about a dream she was having and had nothing really to do with him.
 
It took a few moments for Skylar to realize that Chad was awake ... and aroused. She gasped softly and sat up a bit... although she didn't move away for reasons she wouldn't think about.

"Chad I... oh God... im sorry I was having this dream about you and I..." her voice trailed off and she realized what she had just blurted out. She had admitted to him that she had been dreaming of him. How much deeper could she dig the hole she was in?

"Man... I'm an idiot" she groaned softly as she squeezed her eyes shut and her forehead fell to his chest. As much as she didn't want to she needed to roll off of this man before she made an even bigger fool out of herself than she already had.
 
"Why are you an idiot Skylar? We have been together for a couple of days, and we have been through an awful lot in the last few hours. It is very understandable. Look at my reaction"

He put his hand on her shoulder and caressed it lightly. He looked at her and could see the confusion in her face. "I will sleep on the floor. That will eliminate the chance of any unintended bodily contact." He got up from the bed and took the extra blanket and spread it on the floor.

He grabbed a pillow and laid down on the floor. In one sense he was relieved to be away from her. On the other ha nd he was extremely disappointed.
 
Skylar felt like an idiot... even if he didnt seem to share that opinion. And then she felt terrible as he said he would sleep on the floor. She had felt his reaction to her body Being pressed close... but she knew any red blooded male would have had that reaction. Chad obviously thought of her as nothing more than a job and she needed to get that through her head.

He lay down on the floor and she reached to turn off the light hat had been on whole they slept before. As she lay there in the darkness her mind was racing. A car door slammed in the parking lot outside of their room, making her jump and the bed squeak. She heard the sound of laughter and drunken voices and relaxed. She was on edge now... and that meant sleep would not come easily.

"Chad?" She whispered into the darkness as she heard him shift beneath the blanket. "I'm sorry. I feel bad you feel like you have to sleep down there... you really don't have to. I... I can try and control myself better..."

She had no clue how she would deliver on that promise but the truth was that she felt better with him in bed with her.
 
"Skylar, maybe you can control yourself, but I am not certain that I would be able to control myself being that close to you. I think that it would be much better for us if I stayed down here."

While he was laying on th efloor he was picturing Skylar next to him, on him, under him and the arousl that he experienced when he was awakened by her body against his was only heightened. No, there was a definite advantage to him staying on the floor... of course, not everyone would see that as an advantage.
 
Skylar sighed as she lay back against the pillow again. He wouldn't come back on the bed. She couldn't sleep... was too nervous... too wound up. She lay there... staring into the darkness at the ceiling. She heard every noise outside of the room... ad well as every noise in it.

Every time he rustled the blanket, shifted on the pillow, took a breath... she heard it. Groaninnin frustration she flipped over and punched at the flat pillow. She buried her face in it and felt like screaming. She tried counting sheep. Counting backwards from 100... anything that could help. She watced the clock tick by... minute by minute. The last number she saw said 4:53. Ten she finally fell into a not very deep sleep.

She was awakened again at 7:25 by a buzzing noise. Chad's phone, she thought sleepily.

"Chad" she said into the still dark room... the blinds were drawn. It was then she realized he was in the bathroom.

"Chad....you're phone!" She called out louder so he would hear her.
 
After getting a little sleep Chad got up off the floor and went into the bathroom. He splashed water on his face. He should be getting a status report at any moment. Hopefully, everything went well last night. It would be good to stop being Chad and go back to being his real self.

He heard Skylar calling him. He peeked his head out the door and heard Skyler saying it was his phone. He answered it and it was the status report that he had been waiting for, except the results weren't what he was hoping for. The bust had gone down as expected except for one minor detail.... the intended target, the cartel leader was able to escape. This was not good. Skylar couldn't go home now, and her father would have to be relocated until the intended target had been captured.
 
Skylar got up and walked into the bathroom to wash up and give Chad some privacy as he was on the phone. She took her time taking care of her needs,washing her face, finger combing her hair and finger brushing her teeth the best she could.

She didn't feel much better... but somewhat at least... as she walked back too the bedroom. Chad was just hanging up and she looked at him with large, hopeful eyes.

"Do I get to go home now?" She asked eagerly. She knew Chad really didn't want her around and she was eager to get back to a semi-normal way of life... even though she knew she wouldn't forget about Chad.
 
"Skylar, sit down. I have to talk to you." He watched as she sat on the corner of her bed. He then told her what had happened at her father's ranch. He could see the shock in her face. He could see the questions building. It was time for Chad to tell her the whole story... tell her who he really was.... tell her what the plan had been at her father's ranch.

When he told Skylar that he was and FBI Special Agent on loan to the DEA because of his experience with deep cover her jaw dropped. "Your father has been taken and placed into witness protection. You are going to remain in my protection for the time being. We can not leave here. This is the safest place possible for you right now."

He walked over and placed his hand on her shoulder and rubbed it. he tried to console her, but he knew that she wouldn't relax very easily.
 
Skylar got worried when Chad asked her to sit down. That meant something wasn't right... something was very wrong. What he said next was... absolutely unbelievable. An FBI agent? Her dad was in protective custody? What the hell was going on?

He laid a hand on her shoulder then and rubbed softly. She was completely confused. She stood up from the bed quickly and paced to the window ... even though the blind still covered it. She turned to face him then.

Her eyes conveyed her questions... her confusion... her despair.

"What in the hell is happening?" She said softly. Her voice cracked a bit as she spoke. "You're an FBI agent? A ... a good guy?" She asked. "And my father... he.. he will be OK right?"

Her pulse was racing through her veins.... her mind screaming for answers as if scrambled to keep up with what was happening. Her hands even had a faint tremor to them as she crossed them beneath her chest. Her life had literally turned upside down in the last 24 hours. She had no clue what to do about it though.
 
"Yes, I really am an FBI agent. I am an expert in undercover work, so, the FBI lends me out to other federal agencies. I have never had anything go wrong with my part of any mission..... tonight included. However, now that other's parts of the mission went wrong it will be necessary for my mission to continue on. Skylar, we are going to be spending a few days here; cramped in this room. Then I will get you to a more comfortable location."

He watched the confusion on her face. He moved close to her, took her chin in his hand and raised her face to look in her eyes. "I will get you back to your father as soon as possible, I promise. The one thing you will find out about me is that I do not break my promises."

He released her chin and then took out his phone. He made a call and talked quietly so that Skylar couldn't hear him... just in case there was bad news. After hanging up he walked back to Skylar. "He is fine. I will make arrangements for you to talk to him briefly in a couple of hours. Until then we need to make the best of what we have."
 
Chad lifted her face so that she was gazing into his eyes and promised he would get her back to her father. He then walked away to male another call. Skylar took the private time to get herself together and steel her resolve. OK it wasn't the end of the world. Her dad was safe. So was she. Maybe she could look upon this as a vacation of sorts... with a man who she couldn't get out of her head and who didn't return those feelings. Dammit.

By the time Chad was done she had composed herself and was feeling better. She took a deep breath and looked at him. "So... what do we do now? I don't have any clothes or even a tooth brush..." she said. "Are we restricted to this room or can we at least go to a store?"
 
"You are going nowhere for a few days. In a day or so, I will go to the store and get you some clothes. In the mean time we are stuck with what we have on, and what is left in the drawer. It is the best I can do. Anyway, what is wrong with the outfit you have on? It is very sexy."

He smiled at her. He was trying to break the tension and get her to smile. He did however think she looked good. He was pretty sure that she would look good in anything, or out of anything too.

"SO, what would you like for breakfast? It looks like we are going to be doing room service for a day or two. I will get us a decent meal when I go to the store." He handed her the room service menu.
 
Skylar scoffed and laughed when he said she looked sexy like that, but blushed anyway. "What... in pants that would fit your gigantic ass?" She said with a smirk. "I mean you're like a foot taller than me... and outweigh me by... a lot" she said as her eyes drifted appreciatively over his muscled body.

She was remembering what it had felt like to be pressed close to that body... to feel those musclesnfor herself. She shook those images away. She was gonna be spending days with him.. she needed to make it easy on them and daydreaming about him wouldn't help.

She took the menu he handed her and looked through it.

She asked him for some bacon, eggs and toast. A normal breakfast for her. She generally had a great appetite because she worked it all back off in a day... she figured she would go crazy stuck on this room.

"So roomie... or should I say agent Chad?" she said with a smirk after he ordered their breakfast. "What do we do now?"
 
When she made the comment about the sweatpants he took out his knife, opened it, and cut the bottom of the legs off the pants. He smiled at her, "now they will fit your boney ass a little better."

He called room service and ordered her breakfast. He ordered himself coffee, he wsn't much of a breakfast person. He hung up the phone and turned back to her. "It will be up soon."

"Well, what would you like to do Skylar. We are going to be couped up here together for a few days, so, I will do whatever I can to make you more comfortable." He winked at her. He was trying to help her relax and feel more comfortable with him now that she knew he wasn't a drug dealer.
 
At first it had startled Skylar when Chad had whipped out a knife but she reminded herself he was a federal agent there to help her. Then he cut off the legs of hos sweatpants so they didnt drag the floor.

Now they will fit your boney ass a little better."

Skylar faked being offended and turned her pert nose up at him. "I am not bony" she indignantly. "I have plenty of meat and muscle on my bones".

She couldn't even hide the fact that she was joking. Her eyes literally sparkled with the joy of the banter. After he ordered her breakfast he asked what she wanted Rondo and she laughed. There wasn't really much TO do.

"Id like to get on my horse and finish the ride I started over 24 hours ago" she said with a smirk. "But sense that isn't gonna happen... wanna find something to watch on TV?"

She was definitely in a better mood by then and she did feel relaxed and comfortable with Chad. If she were honest with herself she had felt comfortable with him even before she knew he was an FBI agent. Something about the man charmed her.

"Or we could murder some more of your clothes for fun" she suggested as a joke when she glanced down at the sweatpants.
 
He was happy to see her relax. Her smile was radiant and it made him feel better. "Oh, you have meat and muscle on your bones? Maybe some day I will have to have you prove that to me."

"You can put whatever you want on the idiot tube. I am not much of a TV watcher. So, put on whatever your little heart desires." He reached over and grabbed the remote control and tossed it to her.

"You want to murder more of my clothes? I don't have much in the way of clothing left. However, I might be willing to do that if you were willing to model them after they get sliced up?" He raised his eyebrows to her and gave her a big smile.

Then there ws a knock on the door. He picked up his gun and walked to the door to check. It was room service. he opened the door and took the tray, giving the kid a tip. He carried the tray to the table and sat it down. "We can save the murdering of the clothes until after you eat." Smiling.
 
Skylar glanced sharply at him when he said he may have to have her prove to him she had meat on her bones. She considered challenging him to an arm wrestling match but then grinned. Yeah right. She didn't have THAT much muscle on her bones.

He flipped her the remote and she turned it on a country music channel more for background noise/music than to watch. He joked about her modeling his murdered clothes and she laughed softly. But she was confused. Last night he obviously hadn't wanted to touch her and now he was calling her sexy, suggesting she model for him... talk about a 180.

She decided to just see where it went. "I wont make you slice up any more clothes..." she saidbwith a slow grin as she sat down to eat. She ate heartily, used to large meals and lots of exercise. She realized she wouldn't be getting any exercise any time soon and sighed.

"Does this hotel have a gym or a pool or..." she broke off. "Nevermind that last one. No bathing suit. If they do have a pool, think they'd mind me swimming naked?" She asked grinning.
 
"You don't want to slice up any more of my clothes? Why not? Are you afraid to model them for me," he teased her. Chad watched her give him the eye. Damn, she was good at it. All women can give the eye... some are just better than others.

He smiled at her and took a sip of his coffee. He thought about what she looked like naked and it made him smile bigger. Chad watched Skylar chow down on the breakfast, and wondered where she packed it.

"I have a feeling that there would be no complaints about you swimming in the pool naked. Of course, I haven't seen you naked, so, I am only making a judgement based on what I have seen of you dressed in your riding clothes and in my sweats. But I am pretty sure there wouldn't be any complaints."
 
Chad said he figured there would be no complaints and she laughed softly. She pushed her plate away then and curled her feet beneath her body as she gazed at him.

"So... what made you get into law enforcement and the FBI?" She asked finally. She wanted to know more about the man sitting across from her. She figured he probably knew more about her than she did about herself but she knew nothing about him. Then it dawned on her... of he was undercover...

"Is Chad even your real name?" She asked suddenly.
 
"Well, I sort of fell into law enforcement. I took a criminal justice elective in college and there was extra credit for anyone that took an exam for a law enforcement agency. It just so happened that the county police force where I was going to school was giving an exam during that semester, so, I took it. I did very well on it and they called me and offered me an interview. After the interview, the background check, the drug test and the polygraph, I w offered a position. I was sitting there in college, majoring in business, with no money, so, I took it."

"After my third week at the police academy, I was pulled out of class. I was scared to death. I thought I did something wrong. It turned out that there ws a big drug problem at the local high school and they needed someone to go in undercover as a student. I was the youngest person in the class, let alone the department, so, they chose me to do it. They said I had enough training to do the job, and not enough training to come off as a cop. So, in I went. Spent the rest of the school year there. Partied with the kids.. NO, I never did any drugs. I could see that look on your face. At the end of the school year, 6 kids in the school were arrested for drug trafficking."

"They liked the job I did. After I went back and finished the academy, they assigned me to patrol for a little while, but then took me out to do an undercover job at the college I had attended. It was a challenge avoiding people I knew, but I got the job done. After that it seemed that anytime they needed someone undercover, they came to me. We did one job with the FBI and it went well, and the FBI offered me a position. I have spent the last 5 years working deep cover assignments.... assignments where I am undercover for extended lengths of time with very minimal contact with anyone outside the group I am trying to infiltrate."

"That is pretty much it. Oh, no, my name isn't really Chad. It is Gerry... Gerry Singleton. I forget my real name sometimes. it is necessary when undercover"
 
Skylar listened to his story with fascination. He wad an intriguing man and she figured he must have an amazing work ethic to have gotten so far so fast. He must be damned good at what he did. By the time he was done she was impressed.

Then he admitted his name wasn't really Chad... it was Gerry Singleton. Well that put an interesting spin on things...

"So..." she began softly. "Should I still call you Chad? Cause you're still undercover... right?" She asked. Her eyebrows were drawn down over his face with a bit of confusion. The whole situation was still mind boggling for her... she was just trying to go with the flow.

"I'm afraid my life isn't nearly as interesting. I get up. Gonfor a ride. Go to college and then go home to work on the ranch... these past hours have been the most exciting I've had in forever" she admitted with a grin.

She moved over to the bed then and sprawled out across it. She was growing restless already. She wasn't good at sitting still. She fiddled with the edge of blanket as she lay there. The shirt she was wearing had slid up on her body a bit, and as she was laying on her stomach with her feet in the air, it revealed a good amount of tan flesh between the hem of the shirt and the waistband of the low riding sweats.
 
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